Winter Wonderland, December 22nd
No other name could apply. We were living inside a snow globe.
It was still snowing at dawn and we had seven inches on flat surfaces around the cabin that had been cleared the day before. It was 11 degrees, which sounds cold, and is, but so much better than the minus 13 we’d experienced last year. We layered up, put the coat on the dog, and went outside to clear the decks and shovel a few paths around the cabin. Bump went charging off down the drive, coming to an abrupt stop when the shoveled path ended and she met a near two foot wall of snow.
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| Flocked with the real stuff |
The birds were busy at the feeders, flitting around the deck chairs, sheltering underneath them. One of them caught my eye...it looked familiar, but different somehow. Our regular Gray-headed Junco had been joined by two other juncos, the Slate-colored Dark-eyed Junco and the White-winged Junco, neither of which I’d seen before. A Junco Trifecta!
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| Near the fire, a Kindle on your lap, a dog at your feet and a snow-covered landscape outside...bliss! |
It was a perfect day to stay inside near the fire, read, and watch the snow drift down. The loft, always cosy and warm, had a puzzle of Colorado landmarks to be finished, and Bob was up to the task. By sunset, shortly after 4 PM, the snow had stopped and it’s blanketing whiteness was as unmarred as it would be. We counted ourselves lucky to have gotten a good snowstorm two years running, at least until we thought about how we’d get the car down the drive. Oh well, we’ll worry about that some other day.
Browsing around and just called in to say hi - your worls sounds great we are stuck with often dull, wet and windy days here in the Yorkshire Dales. No snow to speak of this far ..... :-(
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A most beautiful winter interlude!
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