Frederick's Light

We’re having beautiful sunny days this week and there are plenty of sparks of light to capture. It’s hard to choose just one, and why should I? Better to collect all that I can. I feel a bit like a squirrel gathering nuts for the winter, or (a more attractive thought)  Leo Lionni’s Frederick, gathering sunrays and colors and words for the cold gray winter days.

Here’s dawn sun on morning mist, from the bike path near campus.

And the bright combo of maple leaves and morning sunlight, blazing unexpectedly above mundane cars and parking lot.

And these sparkling dewdrops weren’t on the grass by my doorstep, but close enough – they were in the prairie plantings on the Goshen College campus just across the road.

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Mid-afternoon sunlight streaming into my spiritual direction room....

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John and I biked out the Pumpkinvine trail for a picnic supper. In the marsh/lake beside the trail we saw three large herons – though they seemed a bit large for herons. And then they started clacking. Sandhill cranes! (I 'm guessing) And a flash of light as one spread his wings and danced.

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And as we biked home, evening light and fall leaves, bright reds and yellows. There you go, Frederick!

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