I was shoveling myself out the other day ( for what seemed like eternity and purgatory rolled into one giant, dirty snowball)....shaking my dry, cracked fist at the sky , cursing the heavens tossing it's "sparkle" upon me .....gazing about my ravished gardens and barns, deadened by winters whim.......when I recalled a photography book I have in my possession depicting "winter gardens"
At first I gave a disgusted snort...like, who could find beauty in that??!!
That has got to be the epitome of optimism....like making lemonades out of ...I don't know...um, rotten tomatoes??
But, as I looked around I did see something minisculey tolerable...and like the Griches heart something likable started to grow....
So , the shovel was tossed aside (not a problem) and I suddenly found the strength of 10 men... trudging through snow to snap just the right shot.
Ok, I did get a little over zealous.....
But make lemonade out of rotten tomatoes , I did!