Nature is avariciously frugal; in matter,
it allows no atom to elude its grasp; in mind,
no thought or feeling to perish.
It gathers up the fragments that nothing be lost.
As I drive the tractor down the lane to feed those cows that need me I can see the common thistle those invisible barbs pierced my skin making me uncomfortable for days now covered up and invisible, morphed from something ordinary to something amazingly beautiful. I can see the prickly ash bush whose thorns ripped at my coveralls leaving a gaping hole that made me upset at the thought of how I was going to fix it now invisible and forgotten under pure white beauty. Oh it is so beautiful out here my mind cannot think of anything.
I take my time driving down the lane to feed those cows that always need me they are not invisible they stand under the snow covered trees and run to welcome me when I show up with breakfast. They kick up their hind legs knowing it is going to be a wonderful day full of all things new. They gather round the bales of hay and munch in the middle of a sea of possibilities. I jump down from the tractor do the walk about conversing as I go, on making sure all is well I bid goodbye, they smile and nod their heads, knowing where I am heading. I climb back in the tractor and drive as far down the lane as those heavily laden snow covered trees will allow, I park under those branches of pine and cedar now bent down trying to touch that ground that has always eluded them.
I reach behind the seat grab those snowshoes and turn the tractor off; I am as giddy as a school girl who skips in the school yard surrounded by all her friends everyone laughing and knowing life is wonderful. I climb down and slip on those gifts that have never disappointed me and have always taken me to a place where I needed to be and what I needed to see and feel. I head through the gate to this place where anything is possible. I pass those prickly ash bushes and those common thistle plants that shoot high trying to reach the sky where the sun does not shine today. They are covered but not invisible, remaining exactly what they have always been just under a fluffy mask of white.
Two sets of turkey tracks cross in front of me; I wonder where all my other Taunting Turkeys have gone, the other seven that now remain invisible from this farm girl who sits in her kitchen window watching for them every day, patiently waiting for their return. I stare at the huge lone coyote or possibly wolf track just ahead and wonder if this could be that reason.
The deer have been out long before me this early morning pawing the ground trying to find those shoots of grass now invisible to the eye, still knowing that it is there, lying in wait for them, covered up but they always know that with a little digging they have no worries, it will always be there. Their tracks head up to the ridge, I round the bend to the right in search of the peace and calm that has remained invisible to me lately always believing it is there too, waiting below the surface, always there just waiting. I am now invisible and hiding from the world completely surrounded by those beautiful trees that are my constant now covered in a snowy white new beginning.
Standing under a huge grove of pine trees and watching as the east wind picks up and the tops of those snow covered trees bend and sway, something behind me thumps and my heart stops, could that be that wolf or coyote? I can feel a painful fear hidden below the surface, I turn quickly but there is nothing there. I look up to the tree tops again. A beautiful heavy, cold and wet blanket of snow descends down from those lovely tree tops and completely covers me, I burst out laughing knowing I am just like those giddy school girls in the play-ground surrounded by my friends and knowing life is indeed wonderful.
It is so beautiful back here; this is truly where all my peace lies, possibly invisible but I know it is always back here waiting.