On the shortest day of the year we are given a reminder of just how Mother Nature really is in control of our lives. That most beautiful yet terrifying of weather phenomena, freezing rain, arrives. While everyone slips along icy walkways trying to finish their Christmas shopping or visit their friends the world around us is transformed into a translucent, sometimes sparkling wonderland.
The poor Japanese maples who refused to shed their leaves in the glory of an Indian summer are weighed down by their vanity. Their slender boughs are coated in a heavy ice and they look as if they are melting.
The crabapples that escaped the migrating birds transform into frozen Christmas ornaments. The sound of tinkling is in the air as the trees rattle their icy chains.
Only the regal blue spruce, with stubby downward needles made for a climate like this, relaxes and enjoys the jewels it wears.
The world slows to a stop and a peace falls over our community on this solstice night . Maybe not a voluntary peace but one, if you’re in the right frame of mind, that is lovely just the same.