From our vantage point in the Big Horn Basin, we can see three mountain ranges: the Big Horns, the Owls, and the Absarokas. Since the wildfires started burning in early summer, however, we’ve been unable to see anything but blurry grey silhouettes, if that, due to the smoke. But the Canadian cold front brought some rain and snow with it, putting a damper on the fires and tidying up the sky a bit. Even as the frozen flowers drooped and blackened in their beds this afternoon, the sky seemed to remember its blueness, nearly the same hue of the tiny forget-me-nots that bloomed earlier this summer. This beautiful atmospheric revival almost made up for the demise of my flowers!
“Yet I still dare to hope when I remember this: The unfailing love of the LORD never ends! Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each day.” LAMENTATIONS 3:21-23