The sun is out, and temperatures are over 40° Fahrenheit. Hey, I can actually take a long walk outside!
Where the sun doesn’t shine, sidewalks are still covered with ice, so I have to walk in the street.
Good grief, the sidewalk snowplow really goofed up here.
And they missed part of the road as well.
A orange flag atop this huge snow pile to remind us it’s here!
The storm drains are carrying away the snow-water.
Part of the woods is gone! When did that happen, and how did I miss it?
Day three of our winter storm. We are stuck at a temperature of -3 degrees with a wind chill of -22. No school, no work, no postal service. Our street has only been plowed by the city once. I suppose they are focused on keeping the main roads passable.
I really don’t mind being cooped up at home. Lots of things to do!
– Clear snow from the driveway
– Delete old e-mail messages
– Catch up on laundry
– Mop the kitchen floor (egads, it needed a mopping!)
– Listen to a podcast
– Write up a blog entry
– Work on family history project
– Watch some “Battlestar Galactica”
– Make beef stew
– Have Cream Of Wheat for breakfast
– Bundle up and go outside to take some pictures
– Shovel more snow
– Come inside and warm up with some good coffee!
I don’t wish for bad weather that keeps most people at home, but I’ve really enjoyed the serenity and peacefulness of life inside the house.
This was the view from the inside of the car window this morning. Exquisite patterns of frost clusters were glued to every inch of the car! I turned on the heat and the window defrosters, but was almost sad to do so. It felt rather like erasing someone’s art work. Indeed, it IS someone’s artwork – God’s.
We had a pillar sunrise this morning, with the glorious ball of light pointing heavenward at its creator. (Unfortunately, it was not well captured by my camera.) It lasted only a few minutes, then abruptly changed a horizontal streak of yellow light.
I stood by the kitchen sliding door and looked out in amazement. It didn’t last long. Far too quickly, it went back to just white, white, white everywhere.
Tomorrow the snow is supposed to melt, which we are eager to see happen. It makes for lovely pictures, but miserable driving and an awful lot of shoveling. We’re hoping that this is the last big snowfall of winter.
Looking for a simple, happy story to read aloud to the preschooler in your life? This is the perfect winter book! A little boy – Peter – wakes up to find that snow has fallen overnight. He goes outside to play, and does everything I remember doing in fresh snow as a child.
What I love most about this short story is the joy and wonder that the little boy feels as he experiences God’s great snow. The illustrations are simple but convey the story well. Mr. Keats was one of the first children’s authors to publish books that portrayed black children. Back in 1962, this was very rare. His books also tended to be set in multi-cultural, urban settings, showing neighborhoods that were familiar to many young children. “The Snowy Day” won the Caldecott Medal for children’s literature in 1963.
Mr. Keats would go on to write more children’s books, like Whistle For Willie, Peter’s Chair, A Letter To Amy, and Pet Show. These stories have been enjoyed by children (and adults) for several generations, and will continue to be read for many more years.
It’s still winter, but we have sunshine and the snow has been melting!
Looking out the window, I can see the snow on the swing melting.
The wavy snow in the yard has some sort of animal tracks going through it.
In fact, it looks like a couple critters have been through.
Time for a walk. The rock by the front door is covered with an icy glaze that is melting in the sunshine.
The duck pond is still empty and silent.
The reeds along the edge of the pond are dead and brown.
The pine trees stand tall and proud in the blaze of the brilliant sun.
A lone pine cone, waiting for winter to end.
As long as the sun shines, I know that winter will end and spring will come again.
It started on Christmas Day. The snow coated the swings where I worked on quilt flowers last summer.
I sat inside with my cup of coffee, and admired God’s handiwork.
Almost every day, a little more snow fell…
There was enough for a snow tunnel!
Deep piles of snow!
The sun was shining with all its might, but the temperature was minus 1. Windshield wipers were tipped up so that they wouldn’t freeze to the windshield.
The yard was a lumpy white field with hills in it.
The snow outside the kitchen sliding door was over a foot high.
The mailbox huddled miserably in a mound of the white stuff.
After clearing the snow at the end of the driveway, the snow mound was taller than the cars parked in the street.
We’ll keep the shovel handy until we get that January thaw.
A couple days ago my daughter-in-law’s mother stopped by to five us these free-range chicken eggs that she had gotten from a co-worker. They are different sizes and colors, and remind me of new life and springtime.
Winter can’t stay forever. The snow in the yard has dwindled down to almost nothing.
Easy to tell which direction is north.
About the time I tell myself this is the day that the last of that blasted snow will melt and we will have spring, the snow begins yet again…