Another American Adventure: beautiful winter's day

Friday, December 17, 2010

beautiful winter's day

Sunny sky today (at least it was sunny this morning). In the low 20s, it feels less cold.

I don't know why, but I am fascinated with the way the tree branches randomly fall over the frozen stream.

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BarbaraDecember 17, 2010 at 12:49 PM
Don't you love the clear, blue sky above the snow? It was like that today in Montreal. That is winter to me. The Angel Ray stopped by today to get his delayed payment for work done. I told I was not happy when he began the work without talking to me first. I think he got it. He also told me where I could get cheaper salt for the front steps.
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beth cioffolettiDecember 17, 2010 at 12:56 PM
Snowing again now, Barbara - and I need to get Jubilee out for a walk. I like walking in falling snow!
Take care of Angel Ray!
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.