If April showers bring May flowers, a frost in May must mean good things for June… right?
That’s what I’m going with, anyway.
The weather in my corner of the world has turned warm and wonderful, yet still the nights are often cold.
One morning this past weekend I rose to a morning so very pristine and perfect, I couldn’t resist grabbing my running shoes and quietly slipping out while my husband and kids slept.
It was cold, the air biting and crisp. Every blade of grass wore a perfect layer of frost.
Obviously, all of this was a very good
excuse reason to stop attempting to jog and take pictures instead. Thank you, nature.
In this season of my life, mornings like this are a rare and precious gift.