We were blessed with such a beautiful snow -- it's amazing how lovely it is -- as magnificent as it was yesterday -- this morning it's breathtaking.
Wingate used to say, "magnificent" all the time in regards to nature. It was always a right call.
As I sit here writing this blog, I hear the neighborhood sounds, muffled last night, coming awake.
My next door neighbor came out as I was taking pictures, and I could hear the "crunch, crunch, crunch" as he walked across his driveway -- but mostly I hear the "thump" of big clumps of snow falling from the trees, roofs, decks, and porches as it gives way to the morning sun.
The birds chirped in the rhododendron, the ducia, and crowded each other out at the feeders, gathered there like rednecks at the last boiled peanut stand in Georgia.
The dogs are barking again -- across the street the deep bass of the hound I never see, and behind me, Sabrina and Lannie, two border collies bark snappily at the snow in the yard -- to them, it must be a big WTH?
As the sun came up today, it was postcard perfect.
Now, as the sun gets higher -- it's blinding outside -- and only sunglasses will do to walk or drive in this now.
It's crisp; it's lovely; it's a rarity here -- I'm always glad to see it -- but as my friend Jules, who lives in Maryland said yesterday, "I'm sick of snow." Of course, she's had 12 feet. I hear ya, sister!
Another girlfriend, J, who lives in Vancouver said, "how often do you get snow like that?" I told her -- "I dunno.Once every ten years?"
I think she needs me to mail her some.
Speaking of Vancouver, I did think the opening ceremonies for the Olympics were well done, and in spite of the tragedy, held with the right amount of somberness and celebration.
What a tragedy --- and as I told David last night -- how awful to have your loved one's last seconds recorded on film like that.
That is a grief too big.
BTW: David and I had a discussion last night as to the tracks in the snow shown here in these pictures. David said "cat," and I said, "bigger." What do you guys think?
The tracks came out from under our front porch -- could be followed to the edge of our woods then to our deck near the bird feeder.
Let me know -- I think opossum or raccoon. Then, I'll tell David -- my blog readers said, "That ain't no cat."