Another American Adventure: snow

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

snow

Sledding hill still ready and waiting ...

What used to be too wet and muddy to walk across is now turning to ice.

The creek is rushing with all the rainwater, not yet frozen.

Jubilee seems to know that snow is special, and she delights in it.

I love the grey lighting with just a hint of sunshine coming through.

Mud turned to icy slush.

Well, there is some snow today, but not much. It is only 20 degrees and there was a lot of rain yesterday so that there are shiny black places on the road that made me uneasy with driving. But I have my new tires on my car, and things seem to be fine. (No one else seems concerned.)

2 comments:

BarbaraDecember 28, 2011 at 11:10 AM
Gorgeous photos, beth!!!! I really like them. That limited palette of winter speaks to me. All we got was rain last night. It is just below freezing now (-2C) with wind blowing snow everywhere. Glad to be indoors and not driving.
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beth cioffolettiDecember 28, 2011 at 12:49 PM
They were predicting snow, so I kept looking out the window last night and saw only rain. It wasn't until this morning that I saw the little bit of snow. I think it's warming up tomorrow, so it will all be gone again.
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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.