Snow more...I mean no more!

It has finally happened. I'm starting to feel sick of the snow. We woke up this morning to another couple of inches. Hello out there? It's March! The temperature high predicted for the day: 24 degrees. I don't need the whole state of Michigan to say 'I told you so,' because I was not in denial as to the reality of the winter situation here. It was just a little disheartening to look out the window and to know that I'd have to get the snow blower out before I'd be able to go do anything today.

That being said, I want to throw some positive things out into the world about the snow. (Partly because it will make me feel better, and also because Oprah tells me that everything I send out into the universe will come back to me for good or for bad) You know how the Eskimos have something like 100 different words for snow? Living in a place like this, I understand how that could be useful and relevant. It really is beautiful and can be so different with every storm.

For example, the other morning as the sun was rising, there was just the lightest flurry of individual snowflakes falling. The temp. was super cold outside. It was amazing. When the snowflakes caught the sunlight, they were like little pieces of metallic confetti. You can almost see them here.

Then they sat on the snow like mountains of sugar crystals. Remember in White Christmas when they are on the train on the way to Vermont and they sing the song about snow? Its the part where Danny Kaye (whom I adore, by the way) makes the embarrassing diorama of a snowy mountain scape in the dining car. Rosemary Clooney has a line in the song where she sings about wanting to wash her hair in snow. If it wasn't so freezing outside, I wouldn't mind swimming around in the stuff either.

The skies have been clearing more and more and we're getting some of our famous sunsets again. This is my Ansel Adams tree that lives across the street. I love her so much. One afternoon while I was nursing Grant, I sat by the window and watched her toss aside her autumn leaves for nearly an hour. She's just as magnificent without them. This isn't about snow, but was in all the snow pictures so I put it in.

It is really hard to take good pictures of the snow when the sun is out. There just isn't enough contrast to give any definition to the landscape. But late in the day the sun casts long shadows across the field behind our house. It reminds me of the ocean.

I'm not so sick of the snow anymore. Oprah was right.