SNOW DAY!

“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?”  

― John B. Tabb

Did you enjoy your snow day?

"That grand old poem called Winter" - Henry David Thoreau

In my neck of the woods [the hilly little middle Tennessee town of Cookeville], the kids can be out of school for a ‘snow day’ when there’s not a snowflake to be found [such as yesterday, unless of course you live on the mountain in Monterey]. It was cold and there were some slick spots, so there you go. The kids were back in school today [on time] which is always a good thing [unless you’re a student or a teacher]. Still freezing cold and probably some slick spots lurking about, so I’m not sure what was going on with that. It did snow, briefly, in the early afternoon, a pleasant surprise [for me, anyway…I like snow…well, as I’ve aged, it’s become more of a love/hate relationship…but I mostly like it]. I wandered around in the flurries while they lasted and snapped some pictures of these icicles decorating Neil’s shed. I like icicles. Didn’t even realize they were there until it started snowing.

There are always fascinating things to be found [and gawked at] in God’s handiwork…things that beg to be photographed…like clouds. And icicles.

The birdseed in our birdfeeders is a siren call to the neighborhood squirrel population. I think this one finally got its fill. It seems to be in a birdseed coma. Look at that belly!

Pretty little bird enjoying the snow [and probably waiting for his turn at the feeder]

flora and fauna ~ looks like winter has taken its toll

Thank God for woodstoves and firewood…the only thing keeping us toasty these frigid winter days and nights [we have a heat pump, but there hasn’t been much heat to pump lately]

On Frozen Pond

Grandpeeps Elijah and Shelby. Shelby forgot her hat and gloves this morning and was a popsicle [or maybe an icicle] by the time we picked her up after school this afternoon. The cure for frozen fingers [and toes and everything in between] is a stop at Poet’s coffeehouse for hot chocolate [with whipped cream of course] to go. That seemed to do the trick. The fire in the woodstove helped, too. Hope you find a warm spot on this cold winter’s day.

Winter bites with its teeth or lashes with its tail. ~Montenegrin Proverb

Snow day. For real. Ice first. Then snow. Not much snow, but it was pretty to watch as it fell. The schools here are closed, not for the snow, ironically, but for the two week spring break.

Didn't leave the house at all today except to brave the 20 something degrees temperature to feed the birdies this morning. They seemed grateful for the feast. I'm grateful I don't have to be outside.

The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.” ― J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird

Hawk soaring in that perfect blue sky over my house the last day of February