A Living Tapestry
Always, I appreciate the beauty of little snippets of description in other people’s writing,. To learn to paint pictures with words, not just actions and dialogue, has long been a goal of mine. I ask a favour. Please read the following, my update on God’s spectacular world, viewed through my new bay window. I’ve tried to paint a picture for you. Please let me know if you can see it. I would love to hear any recommendations for improvement.
This morning, my postage stamp back yard is alive. Last night’s snowfall renewed the frosting on the cedar soldiers that stand sentry along my back fence. Snow showers down as grey and black squirrels scamper back and forth from tree to fence, not quite reaching the tree-hung feeder. A rose-breasted grosbeak peaks out from the far side of the wrought-iron bird-feeder hanging from the eaves by my window. My eyes are drawn to the patterns embroidered on the snow by our resident rabbit, and the myriad of birds. My birdhouse church in its fuzzy snow blanket whispers the message of God’s love from its tree stump pulpit. Puffs of snow stir up tiny snow squalls with every bird’s landing. Thank you, God, for the blessing of this living tapestry that greets me every morning.