I wasn't expecting to be photographing eight inch long icicles so early in the season, but there you have it.
My beautiful view across the valley has changed, as it does almost daily. But what had been painted in the reds and golds of autumn, every summer shade of green, the purest white of winter, today only holds the drab grey of winter not yet come.
And my view from the living room? Same deal. It just looks cold outside.
Rather than complain about what is reality for today, I choose to see it differently. Yes, it's cold outside, no doubt. But I'm grateful to have a roof over my head...and a rather substantial roof, at that. I'm grateful for the comfort of a warm home that HAS a living room AND amazing views, even on days like this. I'm grateful for a husband who loves me and kids who are good people and friends who are examples of kindness, generosity, integrity and many more things.
I'm grateful for the things I don't have, also...addictions (OK, I like food and word games and photography and a few other things), debt, poverty, persecution, fear, anxiety, anger, and other problems that plague the world.
So, while it may be cold and grey outside, I'm feeling the warmth of gratitude that fills my heart for my countless blessings.