After October's snow piled up, November's warm temperatures melted every bit of snow that had previously fallen. Temperatures then sunk below freezing and remained there until every puddle and pond was harder than a hockey puck. Every bit of green growth was now brown and flattened to the earth. No liquid moisture appeared anywhere. The next morning displayed a clear blue sky with a thick blanket of frost that was formed on every branch in sight. The high humidity and cold temperatures were sculpted into the most spectacular hoar-frost I'd seen. Razor sharp edges and lethal points of crystalized moisture weighed down the bare branches. It was when I saw a House Sparrow crunching on the hoar-frost, that I developed an even deeper respect for how creation has so meticulously been thought out. Provisions are made for birds and animals during the harshest of conditions, and even during the driest season, a blanket of moisture was layed out for them.
Sometimes we see tragic results and a loss of life within various species across the world, but in the end, after each Spring we see renewed life, and it all begins again. We can often times assume we know how to take care of nature when one of them is caught in a difficult circumstance, but in reality we don't see the big picture. We can't provide for what lies ahead when we don't know what that is, yet every year life begins anew.
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