"The Lord gives snow like wool He scatters frost like ashes."
Psalm 147:16 ESV
If there's one thing I tend to do, it's being overly concerned about my tree friends, Miss Goldie and Mister Orange...
Psalm 147:16 ESV
If there's one thing I tend to do, it's being overly concerned about my tree friends, Miss Goldie and Mister Orange...
And this is especially true during the long and bitterly cold winters. While this winter, however, has already brought near record-breaking snow falls along with many consecutive days of single digit and subzero temperatures.
Yet at the same time I can say, "Finally, a genuine New York winter!" Why? Because, where I am, for the past three years we've had record low totals of snow, and milder temperatures, but now were back to winter as it should be.
However, as for my beloved Miss Goldie and Mister Orange, they had to undergo three disappointing fall seasons in a row. Two summers ago, there was a prolonged drought. While all three of the previous seasons had early frosts which killed their hopes of putting on their magnificent displays of breathtaking fall colors.
As the regular readers of my journal know, I have many entries about my tree friends scattered throughout its pages. For me, seeing Miss Goldie for the first time as she stood covered in a shimmering array of golden yellow autumn leaves, stopped me in my tracks. While right behind her stood a regal looking Mister Orange gallantly arrayed with a royal coat of glowing orange leaves. As a tree lover, it was instantaneous admiration and adoration.
And now having since become good friends with them, having spent a number of years gazing at these amazing trees from my vantage point in the prison's main outdoor recreation yard, I would especially look forward to seeing them dressed in their eye-catching fall colors.
It's a joy to see the woodlands, which surrounds the place where I'm confined to. But this winter is different. It's colder than usual, and there's more snow than I've ever seen before, piled up around the trunks of the trees. Their branches, too, seem to be under a greater degree of stress as each branch strains to hold up under the weight of accumulated snow. Hence, my concern.
But they are survivors by nature who are living in their natural environment. So I'm sure their Creator has given each tree the strength to endure whatever comes its way.
As for me, spring cannot arrive soon enough.
D.B.
Yet at the same time I can say, "Finally, a genuine New York winter!" Why? Because, where I am, for the past three years we've had record low totals of snow, and milder temperatures, but now were back to winter as it should be.
However, as for my beloved Miss Goldie and Mister Orange, they had to undergo three disappointing fall seasons in a row. Two summers ago, there was a prolonged drought. While all three of the previous seasons had early frosts which killed their hopes of putting on their magnificent displays of breathtaking fall colors.
As the regular readers of my journal know, I have many entries about my tree friends scattered throughout its pages. For me, seeing Miss Goldie for the first time as she stood covered in a shimmering array of golden yellow autumn leaves, stopped me in my tracks. While right behind her stood a regal looking Mister Orange gallantly arrayed with a royal coat of glowing orange leaves. As a tree lover, it was instantaneous admiration and adoration.
And now having since become good friends with them, having spent a number of years gazing at these amazing trees from my vantage point in the prison's main outdoor recreation yard, I would especially look forward to seeing them dressed in their eye-catching fall colors.
It's a joy to see the woodlands, which surrounds the place where I'm confined to. But this winter is different. It's colder than usual, and there's more snow than I've ever seen before, piled up around the trunks of the trees. Their branches, too, seem to be under a greater degree of stress as each branch strains to hold up under the weight of accumulated snow. Hence, my concern.
But they are survivors by nature who are living in their natural environment. So I'm sure their Creator has given each tree the strength to endure whatever comes its way.
As for me, spring cannot arrive soon enough.
D.B.