No sooner had I lamented January’s dearth of snow than our first substantial winter storm dropped a much-anticipated and greatly appreciated 7 inches in our corner of the country. As we all know, not each snowfall is created equal. While we have lived through many a blizzard, this most recent meteorological event allowed each snowflake to float straight out of the sky and drift softly to its landing site, be it the ground, a tree, bush, or flower, where it remained for the next couple of days without being blown about.
Don’t you just love to awaken to a white world which appears not only much purer but also far quieter, in which all sounds are swallowed by the cottony character of crystallized water? To watch the sun set the crystals asparkle? To be awed by the magnificence of trees flocked in tufts of white? To find and name unusual wintry creatures, such as the Snowy Platypus draped over a bough in one of the photos below?
Once the storm had moved on and the remaining clouds been dispersed, the blue sky and sunshine beckoned. My husband and I laced up our Sorels and walked some of our neighborhood streets and alleys, stepping into tire tracks or making our own, enjoying the day’s pristineness and utter splendor. Grateful for the snow, hopeful for more. As I’m writing these lines, the forecast promises a few more inches for this week.
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