Tuesday, February 11, 2014

A brief walk of appreciation

This morning I saw a weather warning for a giant storm. The blizzard won't even hit near home and yet I cringed.

Normally I am a huge fan of snow. The clean goodness of it. The fun to be had playing in it. I suppose I've been snow-blind the last little while because lately, when I've looked out my window, I've only longed for green.

This mornings dreadful sigh was the last straw. I decided to go outside and find beauty in that cold wet white.


And it IS beautiful, in it's bluish morning hue.

 ... that is reflective of the grand sky above.

Even Padfoot took notice... and he never notices a thing!

That white stuff that glitters in the light, and comes alive with sparkles as you walk through it.

That expanse of snow where there's a thousand stories to be told in tracks that lead up to old trees...

 ... and holes burrowed beneath wooden stairs.

And if I hadn't taken that small walk of appreciation I would have missed entirely this tiny ball of snow, which I am sure was made by pixies trying to build a snowman before the sunrise.

Maybe I can endure the white stuff just a little longer.


  1. Beautiful photos. I've never been in snow for longer than 2 weeks. I fear it would make me a little buggee too. Stay warm and dry. Oma Linda

  2. Beautiful photos, but I can understand your being fed up with the snow after so long. Keep safe if new snow comes! Thanks for your nice comment on my blog today! Valerie

  3. Lovely photos, and perhaps that little burrow is indeed
    Home to the little snow ball making fairy?