Buhl Winter Wonderland

It's the new year, and winter is only half way done. It's too bad the weather doesn't just warm up when the new year starts. I mean isn't it supposed to be a "new year" meaning we shouldn't be in the middle of something when everything starts over again; like the winter season. It should just turn right into spring when the new year hits. "New life" and "New beauty" come in the spring; just perfect for a "New year".

But I suppose if that happened, we wouldn't be able to see the beauty that the winter season brings us in the beautiful January weather. Where the sun shines through the clouds, melting some of the snow to show all the beautiful, buried fall colors and growing spring buds. It's like it's telling us to be patient, because we don't know what we're in for; and we mustn't forget the beauty we let behind last fall.

The winter season is just a big fluffy [frozen] blanket that covers the past and uncovers the future.

One thing I love about nature is the color. I love all the different colors that come with each new season, or even day. The best part is when you wake up in the morning and look outside; it's different each morning. Sure, it might be the same scenery, but there are different colors as the sun rises, different reactions in the atmosphere that cause fog, dew, or a rainbow of colors. It's like God is showing us what he can do, and telling us that there is something new each day for us to find.

The different seasons also remind me of life. In the springtime, new flowers, animals, and life is born. They're green and colorful, young and lively, and in a way, the babies of the new year. These flowers and animals grow and become luscious and beautiful, they reach their full potential as the spring hits the summer.

In the summertime, the flowers display their pride in the fullest. They reach towards the suns beaming rays. The babies of the year have grown into beautiful adults ready to move onto the autumn-time of their lives.

In the autumn-time, these bright beings of life are aged, instead of wrinkles they turn into golds, reds, browns, and oranges. These colors display what their lives brought them, they display their last colors in hopes they'll be remembered. They hope they will be seen as they change their colors and fall to the earth, so people will just stop and remember, "oh what a wonderful year this has been". As the leaves fall to the earth, frost begins to graze them, leading them into the winter of their life.

In the wintertime, the old, and wilted are covered up with a beautiful white blanket. It's like their own peaceful and delicate grave. It sparkles, shines, and glitters and everything under them is forgotten. It puts the past underneath it's blanket, and uncovers the future as the springtime comes again.

These pictures are of Buhl in the January wintertime. The snow is starting to melt away, but it hangs in the distance to say, "Be patient, I'm not gone yet." Enjoy it while it's here, because you only see this once a year. Appreciate all the seasons for what they are, they give you their all.