Saturday, September 13, 2014


Overnight, rain-snow and heavy frost had turned summer's botanic beauty into a bent and slimy and blackened mess.  When we were surveying the unsightly garden casualties the next morning, Hubby pointed out an exquisitely fashioned ice-painting on the pickup hood. I was reminded that I always have a choice: focus on and fret about the ugly, or look upon and be grateful for the beautiful. 

"I want to see beauty. In the ugly, in the sink, in the suffering, in the daily, in all the days before I die, the moments before I sleep." --Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts 

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