By Kim L. Fritzemeier
KFRM Central Kansas Reporter
Farm Wife along the Stafford/Reno County Line
The last two Sunday mornings, I've been tempted.
No, I wasn't tempted to sleep in. I wasn't tempted to skip church.
But I was tempted to be a little late.
The last two Sunday mornings have been frosted more carefully than any meticulously prepared Christmas cookie.
Oh, the fleeting beauty is hard to ignore!
But our church now starts at 9 AM. I have Sunday School materials to run off ahead of time, and a choir run-through to attend.
I know if I don't pull my camera from my purse, the moment will be gone yet again. The sun has been a sleepyhead these past two Sundays, but he's sure to awaken soon and melt away the moment.
The first week, I just gazed wistfully out the window. But this Sunday, as we motored past the old barn on the Zenith Road, I just couldn't resist. (Much like I'm having trouble resisting the leftover Christmas goodies still in my kitchen.)
"Could you back up?" I asked my chauffeur.
These days, my ever-patient husband doesn't even have to ask why. He knows there must be a photo op around somewhere.
Painter Andrew Wyeth once said about his work:
It's a moment that I'm after, a fleeting moment,
but not a frozen moment.
Actually, Andrew, it was a frozen moment that I was after.
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