Another American Adventure: Winter up north this year ...

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Winter up north this year ...

Reminds me of Sea Foam!

It is finally the first day of winter.

It has snowed most every day since Thanksgiving, and has not been above freezing for 2 weeks. Lot of ice around. And darkness. Hard to believe that we're just getting started!

In Florida we mark this day as well, for it promises to bring a few months of cooler weather.

Jubilee and I still thrive on our walks in the snow.

Here's a close-up.

5 comments:

BarbaraDecember 21, 2010 at 2:10 PM
You go, Jubie!

I feel the weather is mild when there is no wind and the temperature is -5 C (23 F).
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JaneDecember 21, 2010 at 3:01 PM
He looks so happy!
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JaneDecember 21, 2010 at 3:02 PM
oops...excuse me!!!SHE looks so happy!
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beth cioffolettiDecember 21, 2010 at 3:22 PM
OMG, Barbara, you're right, 23 deg F is MILD!!! I can even take my hat off then!

Yep, Jane, Jube is enjoying the winter, as am I.

I can't believe that 50 degrees in Florida is freezing cold, but it is.

One of the most remarkable things here is the down comforter on our bed. I can't believe how warm we are at night. What an adventure this all is.
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Sally ClayDecember 22, 2010 at 4:23 AM
Cool (literally)
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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.