I love the green of spring and summer and the riot of color of the fall. The winter has not been a favorite, even though I enjoy the beauty of snow. Tonight, just as the sun was slipping out of sight I walked out with the dog and waited for him to complete his task. I had some time to spare, and I was looking up at the bare tree in front of the house and the crescent moon behind. The bare branches of the tree outlined by the moon and dusky sky reminded me of lace. A beauty that is only there in the winter when the warm green is weeks in the future. This makes me think that there are probably many lovely things out there that I have not noticed because I was in the house complaining that it’s too cold to go out.