Snowy Day in the Pines
This Sunday morning the Church In The Pines is covered with snow. Ladled with snow. Blanketed with snow. Enveloped in snow.
Winter has been here for many weeks. It has been cold for a long time. But Kiwedin, the old winter-man, does not have his full impact–the beauty that comes with the cold–until the pine boughs, the trails, the old cabin roof–are hooded and cowled with a white quilt.
Winter has its hardships. It is difficult for cardinals and chickadees and foxes and squirrels and snow-shovelers–all of the members of the Church In The Pines congregation. But it also has its great beauties. And the Church and all its grounds are never lovelier than after a snowfall.