The Art of Communication Nov23 by melodylowes Nature’s brush, with frosty bristles Daubs a crust to coat the thistles, Elevates from plain to glory, Tells a tale, redemption’s story. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Oh I love, love, love this one, Mel–WOW-wonderful!! So, I gather you have winter up north? We’re getting heavy frosts now–but I haven’t given up my sandals and cropped pants. “Crazy Caddo”
It’s been dang cold this week – bitter windchills. S’posed to warm up tomorrow, to not much below freezing. Yep – Winter hath arriveth. *sigh*
Time to make hot cocoa!!
beautiful words, Melody! sorry about the temps … I’d have you over by me, but it’s not much better here (had some snow yesterday … and it’s 17 degrees right now … burrrr)
🙂 I guess we’ll have to bundle up and learn some resilience, huh?
Nice pic & beautiful interpretation.
I’m cccold today. Which tells me that you are probably colder being that you are further north.
Stay warm 🙂
It warmed up today – not quite so much the Arctic Chiller. Yay!
Love the ending on this, Melody! Thank you and God bless!
Thank you Debbie! How are you these days??
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