He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter…. In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.
John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866
True beauty is found in simplicity.
Who said that?
No shiny baubles.
No expensive clothes.
Simple and delightfully minimal.
A grey sky.
All accented by a backdrop of the evergreen needles of the loblolly pine.
A soft bundle of puffed up feathers working as an insulating coat for a young mocking bird set amongst the barren twigs and sticks of an empty crepe myrtle and the thorns of the barberry.
No red carpet.
No camera lights.
No who’s who.
A small gift from the hand of the Beloved.