Another American Adventure: snow, again

Monday, January 2, 2012

snow, again

There is not a lot of snow - only about an inch - even though it looked like a blizzard last night when we went to bed.

Snow showers, off and on, today and tomorrow. I got brave and drove over to the park, but didn't stay long because the snow was really coming down and I was afraid I might get caught over there and be too afraid to drive back. But it's really not so bad. It's calming to watch it fall, like rain.

1 comment:

BarbaraJanuary 2, 2012 at 4:17 PM
We have had snow, rain, freezing ... not a great combination. It will be rather cold until the weekend, but I don't recall hearing of any precipitation.
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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.