Ice-Spy with my little eye an adventure - this way.
Last week the weather around here was deteremined to keep us in awe and it seemed the only thing that could possibly top a passionately anticipated dumping of snow was the magical display of an ice-storm…
- decorating everything out in the elements with glistening, translucent ornaments.
My kids had never experienced the world coated in ice, so instead of staying holed up in the house, cozy and warm – we ventured out to explore the newly decorated streets of our neighborhood.
Our furriest friend and constant companion, Zoe, was soaked and appeared to become one with the icey world around her, transforming into a hairy ice-cube right before our eyes. The drizzle escaping the clouds above only added to this little dilema so we had to prod the kids on more often then we liked.
This prodding was no small feat because the kids were lured off the beaten path time and time again to examine nature so exquisitely encased in the cold glassy ice.
Our delight was the worlds burden as the trees and bushes sagged with the weight of Mother Nature’s lavish embellishments.
Common day twigs and leaves became treasured discoveries as they were transformed into jewels by the freezing rain and rigid temperatures.
And as Daddy hurried home with our chilly pup, I was pulled aside again and again and again to examine yet another brilliant trinket that enchanted one of my little gems.
Once we were back home, safe and sound warming ourselves and little Zoe by the fire, I thanked God for my place in this world. Huddled together in a mess of Hohnies, delighting in the wonders around us – in every form. But, my most treasured discorery during this week long sabatical, where the snow and ice froze my usual duties and allowed me to be child again, was the newly refreshed gratitude of being a mother.
As the the rain soaks my once white and glistening world, dirtying it with it’s gloom, and the piles of laundry and yard debree taunt me, I want to go back and freeze time - if only to capture moments of it to store in my heart. That I might remember there are wonderous discoveries to be made every day. That it doesn’t take snow-days and ice-storms to create them. That they exist in the simplest and even dreariest of occassions. If only I have the eyes to see them and the ears to hear them.
They are dancing around my world, dirtying it up and slathering it up with laughter every day.
I spy with my little eye four precious treasures… right here, right now.
I hope you enjoyed the week long sabatical and found the magic in it’s ability to slow life down. The rest of the world can poke fun at us for our dramatics in response to a little snow and ice all they want. I think it’s fun making a big deal of it. Ordinary makes us numb. I enjoy being shaken out of my every day stupor to feel the world around me in all it’s glory.