russet

Last years garden topped off with fresh snow creates an illusion of a bird's eye view of a different world. Diagonal shadows stretch across barren plains and russet trees stand tall.

I was telling a friend about my family, my siblings, and about how very much they all mean to me. There we are, linked by genes, by a love of nature, by memories and by a Faith in a heavenly Father. Thankfulness wells up in me, for them, and for the mother and father that we were blessed with and because of whom we are what we are.

Imperfect, one and all, but loved mightily.