Most of the area was starting to melt, but here and there were echoes of lovely things found on a frosted winter day. Literally frozen in place, you can see where the wind and weather has left their mark on the side of the road. On the right were tamed furrows in the earth sporting new growth, on the left was a small space of wild grasses and weeds adorning the verge before falling off into the valley.
I was intrigued by how much life existed in the wake of several frozen days in a row. Nothing can stop it. Death doesn’t really exist. Yes, my daddy isn’t alive, nor is my FIL. But, their essence goes on in the lives they touched. I was fortunate to discover this blessing in the stark beauty of today’s drive into a brief thaw.