Does it ever seem to you that everything is gray and cold? That you break everything you touch, that the harder you work the less is done?
Well, that was me today.
So I decided I might as well abandon the struggle and go in search of something beautiful instead.
In Steve's orchard the last stray apples hang like festive ornaments on an odd but lovely Christmas tree.
Just down the road I found some tiny purple winter berries.
Frost melted on a fence. I snapped a photo as the droplets began to freeze again.
Then I spied a long line of doves perching on a fence rail, enjoying the winter sun.
Even a bad day has its share of beauty if we simply stop and look.
