Marshmallow Snow

Snowy yard, morning. I love this blueish light.

I’m listening to the grind of the plow running up and down our road. We didn’t get a lot of snow here. Maybe 6 inches in the deepest spots. It’s a wet, heavy snow, though and branches and wires are weighed down. Makes me a little nervous, but I know we’re alright. And we are blessed to have a generator if the power does go out.

Can you see the driveway? It’s a good thing we have markers up.

It was an uneasy sleep last night. The power kept flickering. I lay awake listening to the hum of our ceiling fan. I am a worry-wart. An anxious soul. That hum wavered and quit a few times, but mostly stayed steady. Every so often I heard the pop and muffled thwump of branches hitting the ground. We’ve lost a few big branches, but so far so good. We’re really not out of the woods until the snow either melts off the trees and wires or the breeze blows it off. Which can add to our troubles if it gusts too much. (As I’m editing this, and the wind has picked up, clots of snow plummet to the ground, scattering birds.)

Looks like a neighbor plowed the road. Only one lane.

Snow is still softly falling at mid morning. It’s for show now and won’t amount to much. I’m sitting at my desk with windows on two sides of me. And I’m distracted by this mantle of beautiful white.

Snowy morning. I’m hoping the bamboo stands back up. See it in the background?

I’ve already shoveled paths for Titan and the outside cats plus some spots for the birds. I realized I’m running out of birdseed faster than I thought, so I’ll have to be careful how much I give them. Days like this, they gobble all of the seed, even the ones they don’t normally like. Only the Mourning Doves seem to enjoy the red millet with its tougher shell.

My neighbor’s lane is there somewhere.

I walked the lane we share with my neighbor to make sure there weren’t any large branches blocking her way. She has to work today, so I thought I’d be kind and check for her. The snow was deep in spots and shallow in others like the trees blocked much of it. I followed the deer tracks because they picked the low spots.

It’s quiet and beautiful, as I type. Except for sharp calls from a Blue Jay.

Snowy front walk, and a dog who wants to go outside every five minutes…to sniff!

We might walk Titan today. Depends on our mood - and the gusty, unpredictable wind. If we do go out, we’ll probably walk my neighbor’s lane. Keep it simple. Our longer path is once again encumbered by snow. I’m glad we had the chance to take the route through the cornfield and woods two days ago. (I have a post on the way about that walk.)

Felt kinda dangerous walking under the tall trees, heavy with snow. The tall, old pines always drop branches in weather like this.

I feel insulated from the world. We’re stuck in our own little snow globe. I’m still concerned that the power might go out, so I’ve put off some chores for another day. I’ve given myself time to read a new book gifted to me by a dear friend, and I made an extra pot of coffee.

Simple and sweet.

I wish you this soft sort of peace, too.