Winter Storm

The first real snow of 2012 comes in February the Sunday before President's Day, and for folks lucky enough to have the holiday off, it is perfect timing. We can enjoy this one without the dread of scraping out tomorrow.

The neighbor's beagles dig out of their pen when the flakes begin to fall and then wander our way seeking adventure. By the time Johnny gets here though, they have moved on and can't be found.

Bandit enjoys the snow. It's a new adventure to protect us from foreign beagles.

 

There is no reason to go anywhere. It's best not to. So we build a fire and eat a savory brunch and share some wine while we watch the snow first blustering then sifting down. Big wet flakes blow in as we try to capture the beauty with a camera through an open window. It's never quite the same.


As daylight starts to fade, beagles bark in the distance, loud and insistent, seemingly stuck in the woods behind a sturdy goat-fence. Johnny says they will come home eventually. Several trucks have wrecked, sliding off curves in the road.

                                                       

                                                           Then the world is transformed...

                                                         
                                                              In stillness and quiet...



After dark there is coziness to savor. Tomorrow will be a different kind of day...

A day with no blustery clouds, with an early sun that rises in an open blue sky and throws its light on the proud trees all a-glitter before the melt can begin,

    And all the dogs are home and the families are warm creating new stories to tell,

  And over-wintering birds find fresh seed in the feeder,

And all seems right with the world.