Happy "misty" memories from Germany, Austria, Ireland, Scotland, England,
and the foothills of Mt. Fuji in Japan.
Morning Mist and Sunshine, Why the name?
January 10, 2020
When I looked out our kitchen window this morning, the huge farmer’s field across the road from us was blanketed with mist. By the time I took a child to catch the bus, the mist had receded into bands that were closer to the ground with dazzling sunshine above them. Brilliant ice crystals coated the trees that were lower down, but did not reach the top of higher trees.
I find that the diamond coated, bright sunshine mornings, we have here after a frozen fog.....the ones that transform dull brown grasses and trees to a pristine white and sparkly world, that shines warm sunshine in my windows from a winter blue sky.....those days, bring a smile to my face and make my heart happy.
On the way home, I looked off towards the hills in the distance. The view made me catch my breath. It was like a long layer cake. Bright blue sky and sunshine top layer, Mist shrouded mountains middle layer, another small horizontal layer of sunshine, and then white snow covered fields on the bottom. Sometimes I’m given these indescribably beautiful moments and I try hard to take a picture in my mind and hold onto them. I feel my Heavenly Father’s love in them. Their beauty fills me with joy. They nourish my soul.
Sometimes it is a moment of sunshine streaming through a turbulent, cloudy sky. A morning mist hanging in the valley below our home in Germany (when we lived there). A magical day at Bad Urach castle ruins where we watched the fog roll into the valley below like waves of a silent sea. With a slow, eerie soundlessness, it washed up the hills to swallow us whole as well. Flying kites in the rain from the walls of a Roman fort along Hadrian's Wall, overlooking the English countryside. A meadow of wildflowers with Mount Rainier in the background on a summer day. Brilliant fall foliage in the same spot. The last little bit of pink from a sunset across Wisconsin fields in the winter. Leafless trees standing guard at the distant edge of the field, black skeletons silhouetted by the fading pink. Endless foothills through mist at Mount Fuji in Japan. A perfect, clear, Seventy degree day in New Zealand in January, with a slight breeze, and a lake and mountain view. A baby pink sunrise outlining the Alps above Wengen, Switzerland.
I started thinking about different misty scenes with sunshine that I’ve got tucked away in my memory that bring me happiness. For the last two weeks I’ve changed the title of my website several times, unable to settle on anything that fit. This morning, with the intense winter morning sunshine and the mist, I found my website title and address. What’s it about? Not entirely sure yet. But I can’t find out unless I start writing.
January 10, 2020
When I looked out our kitchen window this morning, the huge farmer’s field across the road from us was blanketed with mist. By the time I took a child to catch the bus, the mist had receded into bands that were closer to the ground with dazzling sunshine above them. Brilliant ice crystals coated the trees that were lower down, but did not reach the top of higher trees.
I find that the diamond coated, bright sunshine mornings, we have here after a frozen fog.....the ones that transform dull brown grasses and trees to a pristine white and sparkly world, that shines warm sunshine in my windows from a winter blue sky.....those days, bring a smile to my face and make my heart happy.
On the way home, I looked off towards the hills in the distance. The view made me catch my breath. It was like a long layer cake. Bright blue sky and sunshine top layer, Mist shrouded mountains middle layer, another small horizontal layer of sunshine, and then white snow covered fields on the bottom. Sometimes I’m given these indescribably beautiful moments and I try hard to take a picture in my mind and hold onto them. I feel my Heavenly Father’s love in them. Their beauty fills me with joy. They nourish my soul.
Sometimes it is a moment of sunshine streaming through a turbulent, cloudy sky. A morning mist hanging in the valley below our home in Germany (when we lived there). A magical day at Bad Urach castle ruins where we watched the fog roll into the valley below like waves of a silent sea. With a slow, eerie soundlessness, it washed up the hills to swallow us whole as well. Flying kites in the rain from the walls of a Roman fort along Hadrian's Wall, overlooking the English countryside. A meadow of wildflowers with Mount Rainier in the background on a summer day. Brilliant fall foliage in the same spot. The last little bit of pink from a sunset across Wisconsin fields in the winter. Leafless trees standing guard at the distant edge of the field, black skeletons silhouetted by the fading pink. Endless foothills through mist at Mount Fuji in Japan. A perfect, clear, Seventy degree day in New Zealand in January, with a slight breeze, and a lake and mountain view. A baby pink sunrise outlining the Alps above Wengen, Switzerland.
I started thinking about different misty scenes with sunshine that I’ve got tucked away in my memory that bring me happiness. For the last two weeks I’ve changed the title of my website several times, unable to settle on anything that fit. This morning, with the intense winter morning sunshine and the mist, I found my website title and address. What’s it about? Not entirely sure yet. But I can’t find out unless I start writing.
Happy "sunshine" memories from Mt. Rainier, Scotland,
New Zealand and Switzerland.
New Zealand and Switzerland.
Favorite Quote:
The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be lighted.
Plutarch
(46-119 CE)
Plutarch
(46-119 CE)