Spring Snow

Just when we all thought the affectations of winter had flown the coop, here comes another go around, but it was not the evil kind, but the good kind, the little reminder that it is not all sun, spring rains and green grass. We heard it arrive in the middle of the night, first the patter of wind-blown rain on the stove pipe that passes through our bed room. Later, it seemed to shift to a softer impact and it was still obvious something was falling out there and that the wind was pushing.

There was something comforting in that sound. Ann even mentioned she could not wait until morning to see the results of what she knew would be snow. Why she seemed delight was a bit beyond me but she was excited almost not wanting winter to be gone. Over 60 days with nights below zero and she is still waiting for snow with a certain amount of glee. I felt she wanted to be confined in the morning, confined and unable to go out. Oh well.

In the morning it was there as planned, not just snow on the ground but snow attached to every item that could touch the snow. Under the pines there was dark bare ground as the branches held every ounce that had touched the needles,. They let go of nothing. It was if the white stuff was actually Elmer's Glue. Every branch, ever spoke of  my bicycle. The wind had packed it on twigs and grasses, even the wire that held the bird feeder had four inches of clinging snow.

It was a winter wonderland. High twenties, soft wind, but gust that had no luck pushing the snow off it's now abundant found objects. It was the type of snow that no person could dislike because of the beauty of it all. There were shadows and puffy objects, and forms accentuated as if art pieces. Interestingly, it stayed most of the day so it was like being in a kinetic art gallery for hours on end. In ever nitch was a new creation. Not bad for a couple of days before tax payment. Made me feel better.