The Beauty of Winter
After my mother died my dad moved to the North Georgia mountains. He loved it up there. We would visit him about every six weeks. That meant we saw the mountains in every season.
Spring and summer are lush and green.
Fall is bright and beautiful with reds, oranges and yellows.
Winter is spotted with the green pines.
It is really beautiful when blanketed with snow.
I think winter was my dad’s favorite.
My dad was good at seeing the beauty in all seasons, but he noticed that in the winter you can see through the trees much farther than you can in the summer.
These are the woods behind our house.
You are actually looking down a hill towards the creek.
Dad said you can see the skeleton of a tree in the winter.
He was right.
I would have missed a lot of this gorgeous sunset if the trees had been full of leaves.
He would say that even though the tree looks dead, it is still full of life.
Life after death is a precious thing.
The shade of summer is now a blanket for the ground.
What once was a mighty oak now keeps us warm.
Signs of spring bring hope to the soul.
My dad was right.
Winter is a beautiful season.
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