Frost sparkles on my neighbour’s roof this morning. Usually I sigh and complain about the first frosts that signal the end of summer. But this year I say thank you.
It rained yesterday, a cold rain that makes you wish you had put on another layer before walking to the mailbox. But for this I am also thankful.
This morning the skies are clear except for a thin line of dark smoke drifting north from the forest around the lake. I can see the snow on the mountains.
The wildfires that prompted so many people in this province to flee their homes are starting to die down. The cooler temperatures and rain bring relief. They are moving back.
I love this place, these woods, these mountains, these valleys. I know that fire is one way the forests are renewed, but I mourn for their loss. I mourn for the lost summer days spent inside hiding from the smoke.
Somehow my appreciation for the areas that survived increases though. In the way antiques and ancient artifacts gain value merely by surviving, the old growth forests become all the more precious to us.
Today I am thankful, thankful for green things, for quiet forests with their deep mysteries, thankful for beauty which survived and beauty that will be restored.
Thank you, Lord.
2 thoughts on “When Through the Woods…”
Beautiful, Charis. Love your photos and thankful heart. So good to know the fires are dying. It is so difficutlt when the smoke fills the skies for months at a time. This year we were blessed not to have fires cloose to us, due to more rain than usual. Abundant blessings to you in this new season! Hazel
Abundant blessings to you as well!
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