I almost missed it the first time. It was an afternoon not too long after Tom’s eye surgery. I was driving, slowly, as one must when taking in the scenery at the Morton Arboretum. My giant pirate was clicking photos from the passenger window, the snow covered wonderland posing with crested limbs and scarves of white.
I stopped, then backed up, slowly.
“What is that?”
An apparition, it seemed, materializing, right then and there, in the snow and shadows, just for us.
Two months later, with several more feet of snow accumulated, we once again crept through this winter wonderland, my pirate without his patch at the helm of our polar arc, me positioned like a passenger pigeon with a camera, when I barely saw it.
“Wait, Tom. Stop! Back up, slowly, slower . . . ” and out of the car I bounded like a winter hare.
It is amazing, is it not, where one can find strength just when one needs it?
There, under the strong limbs of a mighty oak tree, my Antler Man and I found strength, hiding under a very strong and well positioned bench.
Do, please click on the photos to get a better view.
Addition to post: below is a picture of the Strength bench up close, which I hope to sit on one fine WARM day. The letters are metal, the seat I believe is oak.