Winter hasn’t made much of an appearance yet this year. We had three or four inches of fluffy snow a few weeks ago. It lasted maybe a week. The soggy leaves carpet the forest. I haven’t hung the bird feeders because it may not be cold enough for the bears to be hibernating.
We’ve seen the sun once or twice in the last week. I have to look hard to see the U.P.’s beauty right now. But it’s there.
I just had to look closer. We live in the boreal forest where many unusual mosses, lichens and fungi grow. I hardly notice them when everything looks spectacular, but when fall reaches its close and winter delays―then I see them.
They were there all along, quietly living their little lives and, in so doing, making their surroundings lovelier. Whether anyone ever saw them or not.
Jesus had some things to say about that.