With freezing hands, I forgot the gloves, I hobbled down the road this morning. Last night it fell to minus 4 they say, and the place was white with frozen glory.
Normally, we would not notice just how many spiders webs are hanging about us, but today all was revealed as the dew thereon froze overnight highlighting where the beasties had trod. The mechanical knowledge of wee creatures that are born, find a corner, and design a web so intricate that engineers today would find baffling is something to admire.
The warm hearts at the kirk were welcome but a great many remained at home, thus avoiding the walk or drive across icy highways. Enough of us gathered however to murder six songs, some of them mercilessly, and enjoy the piano playing, I think by Les Dawson!
Tonight however, to the delight of children everywhere, and to the annoyance on grown ups, snow has descended upon us. Snow, which they say will fall until six in the morning, now blankets the area. Traffic, such as it is, slowly passes, leaving long trails on the road and exasperating many drivers, though the one who passed just now has no worries it appears, either that or no brakes.
The heating is on, I am fed and cosy, now to spend time praying for the many friends who have serious troubles. Why so many at one time I wonder? Who knows, but age has a play here. My friend Jesus however, knows all.
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