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.
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.
Last night we were under a wind chill advisory, and I could actually feel tiny puffs of cold air blowing in around the bottom of the window and sliding door frames. So I rolled some thin blankets against the edge of the worst windows, and got out our one lone sleeping bag to put in front of the kitchen slider. When I pulled the sleeping bag away from the glass door this morning, this is what I saw:
Then I went downstairs to start the laundry. Brrr, it’s cold down here! I checked the temperature by the basement sliding door, and it found it to be 53 degrees compared to the 71 degrees on the main floor.
As I was going to be working in the basement, I moved the sleeping back to the basement door. It did manage to bring the temperature by the door up to about 60 degrees.
I think about those families living in the Dakota territory in the wintertime back in the 1800s. No insulation, furnaces, parkas or Ugg boots to keep warm. Just wood-burning stoves and scratchy wool blankets. I have the utmost respect for folks who could survive winters like 1880-1881, with seven long months of blizzards and unending snow. I am a wimp…
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.
It finally happened – our first snowfall!
Time to take a walk in the snow with my faithful Ugg boots.
We call this the hybrid tree – two trees inseparable and growing into one.
During the summer months it looks like a giant pineapple.
The lamp of Narnia that never turns off. Notice all the cute orange-tipped sticks that the city put in the ground a month ago.
Oh no, where did we put the snow brush?
The orange sticks are meant to show the snowplows where the edge of the road is so that they don’t dig up up the grass along the sidewalk. Sadly, many of them are already knocked down or bent.
Time to put the feet up and watch the snow from inside with a glass of eggnog…
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…
Scenes from – hopefully – my last snowy winter walk.
Turkey tracks in the snow. I caught sight of a family of four wild turkeys, looking scrawny and half-starved at the end of winter. They would not stand still for a picture.
The deciduous trees are still totally bare.
The evergreens keep their green-ness year around.
Snow sometimes melts in weird patterns.