we still sing
It snowed in the valley last week. Beautiful greens spotted with white, if it has ever touched you, trust me, it took away a part of your heart with it.
Lord took his time, he still gives a lot to it, carving the valley, cutting the rocks, seeds comfortable in the cracks, nourishing it into a heavenly valley. These first days of snow are gods gift to painters. Millions of stories are waiting in the form of spots; the diamonds sparkle & narrate songs.
perfect time for writers & painters to visit.