We all have seen a beautiful sunset or a beautiful sunrise. At those moments, it's easy to stand in awe of the beautiful colors and the dramatic contrasts between light and dark.
This evening was one of these evenings. The reds were beautiful and the black shadows of the trees against they sky were striking. I am grateful for the beauty of the earth.The real challenge comes when the sky is not painted red, but is bleak and gray. It is difficult to recognize the beauty at times when crops are dry or wilting. We struggle to find beauty in blowing dust and sand. Whether we recognize it or there, it's there.
I grew up in the San Luis Valley. Sage brush and alkaline soil are abundant. Weeds grow freely. Even in that dry environment there is beauty, but one must look beyond the seemingly barren, arid landscape. Along the roads there are plants that I grew up calling Sego lilies. They were beautiful white flowers. Yuccas also have beautiful blossoms. The drifting sands of the dunes on the northeastern side of the valley have a special beauty of their own. I am grateful for the beauty of the earth to be found in unlikely places.
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