Seasons, it can be argued, are what make life palatable.
By this, I mean... if all were the same all the time, life might just taste a bit bland and boring.
Though seemingly endless dreary days can elicit feelings of woe and dismay, the lackluster grays are laced with silver linings, if we but dare to peek outside into the world that extends beyond ourselves.
|Hiding within the depths of dormant branch, a solemn blue jay sits in wait. For what? I do not know. But, to behold her beauty and the loveliness with which she was created is a wonder and a joy.|
|Jesus reminded his disciples not to worry. About anything. For the Lord|
feeds the birds of the air. And, how much more important to Him are we
than this hungry little female cardinal?
|Having found a bit of sustenance, the male prepares for "lift off." On to the next venture.|
|This handsome guy sits and calls to his friends. Back and forth they banter until one decides to fly to where the other has indicated there's work to be done and food to be had.|
|The sunshine is back, and we bid it a hearty, "WELCOME!"|