Friday was a single digit February morning. The sun was attempting to thaw the frozen world, shining pink and orange over the horizon, but the warm colors were deceiving. It was really an icy blue cold morning, when even the dogs with furry toes walked gingerly on top of the ice encrusted snow. I love these frigid cold Winter mornings, when there is a sharp stillness to the air. Days when it is just sort of cold, with the temp barely below freezing, feel sort of blah. But mornings in the single digits have a feeling to them, a presence. Mornings like this remind me of the stuck tongue scene from The Christmas Story. So darn cold that your tongue would freeze to that metal pole in an instant and I can only imagine how it would burn. When I run outside to take care of the chickens and my hands are still wet from washing dishes and just for an instant, they freeze to the gate latch, I think about what it would be like. Then I run back inside and am thankful for the contrast of the hot orange coals in the wood stove against the blue and white outside.
What are you thankful for today?
I encourage everyone to share what they are thankful for.