Wallking to work...

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.

John Muir (1838-1914)

I just read this perfect description of the trees around here. They are so beautiful when the latest snow flurry ends and the sky turns blue again!

Why did I not know that John Muir wrote such wonderful words! He was born just down the road from here in Dunbar, of course, before heading off to preserve the wilderness in the United States, and form the National Parks. I must read more!

Today may be the beginning of the end of our several days of snow - may even miss it eventually! But the sky is blue and the trees and bushes look more beautiful than ever after their traumas and their "waving, swirling and tossing".

Here's another...

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.

Wonderful!