If you've ever lived in a northwestern valley, you might know or recall that during part of the year one prays for snowy, firmly packed mountain peaks. Firmly packed because you want that snow to melt slowly, to hold securely to what it knows its job is....to fill the streams, to seep into the rock, to water the fields (sometimes wheat fields) in the heat of the growing season.
Coming home from church on Sunday, we spied what we thought was "new" snow and talked about the phenomenon of nature, the balance so easily tipped by mankind, the abundance of the resources that this earth and particularly our valley have been given.
So what does that have to do with anything - well, if you've been here at Mind Sieve in the last few days, you'll know that it's all about Haiku! But, of course!
snowy Blue Mountains
feed streams, water growing grain
sun bakes whole wheat bread
No photo capture of the Blue Mountains or of snow today - too much mist on them....but I've seen the snow, it is there hopefully waiting for a slow melt.