The nuthatch climbs up the hemlock-pecking and scratching. Snow, blessed snow, dusting the trees and providing powder for skis. Free standing water below framed by exquisitely sculptured ice. A panorama of winter expressing itself. Sometimes fiercely, other times tenderly - all times present and calling for our attention. We observe, we bless, we enjoy, we relax - knowing that all is as it's supposed to be. Thank you, Morning Glory, for your shelter, your nurturing arms, your comfort and peace - bless us as we experience your winter song and dance.

-- Voice from Morning Glory's Guest Journal