By Kate Hawkes December 5, 2011 - 5:55pm

December 5th here in Cordes Lakes, AZ. It has been a bit cold, and there has been snow in the hills north of us and West - and then last night it arrived in my garden. Oh, nothing like the snow they had in Flagstaff, or that you get on the East Coast, or Wyoming or Idaho, but snow nevertheless.

I really noticed it first in the strips of snow balancing on the bars of the gates down at the horse yards, and decoratively hiding the piles of horse poop in the yards! It was a soft snow, so it hadn't iced the windows on the car.

Back inside again, coffee in hand, looked out of the kitchen window. We have been admiring the roses that have joyfully bloomed all through November, bursting forth with a glee that only a rose bush living in a very hot summer climate can express! They seem to have two seasons here and we have been enjoying little buds coming into full roses gifted us at Thanksgiving.

This morning they upped the Ahhh-Oooo! factor another notch. Each little bud and fully opened rose sported a tuft or turban of white. Nestled into the edges of the petals, open or still almost fully closed, the sun touching them through still heavy skies, there was magic.

I rushed outside with my camera and took pictures. The soft white was melting already (this is the Arizona desert after all and yes we had sun today). They are downloaded onto the computor and I will post one on my website,(www.wellnesswithkate.com), send one in the wellnesswithkate newsletter and perhaps even a special email 'set' to Mother in Australia.

This little magic miracle of the snow on the roses reminds me that there is magic in everything everyday. Sometimes it is almost invisible and sometimes,like today, it fairly leaps into your hand. People are the same, each of us carries the miracle of who we are, a magic and gift of unique being.

Some days you know it very clearly and other days you feel as drab as the poop under the shining snow in the horse yards. On those days take a moment to say hello to your shining self - employ creativity to access the powerful being within - bring your personal magic to the surface.

You are always the bud, always the blooming rose, sometimes with a brushing of soft shining stuff. Even when that melts, the sturdy root of the rose bush that can bloom twice in a season remains.

So as you go forth into this last month of 2011, turn your face to the sun and snow, and root yourself in the wet earth. You are greatest magic of all.