I’m thankful that I don’t live in New England anymore–I’m not sure I could have handled all the snow they endured this winter. But growing up in Connecticut, I remember (sometimes in April) feeling like the snow was never going away. I could seriously picture June arriving with piles of snow still melting everywhere. Of course that never happened, but it’s easy when in the worst of things to picture them as permanent.
Today, for this Fantastic Friday posting, I’m sharing pictures of melting snow and sending to you all the positive connotations therein implied: nutrition for flowers, budding trees, tweeting birds, sun-kissed skin… and a gentle reminder that there is always something positive, something hopeful, that comes even from the more dire situation. Life is a cycle, and the theme of rebirth and inter-connectedness is constant. For me, nature is always a reminder of that, and I find peace being outdoors.
So here you are, your Friday treat, melting snow: