Yesterday, it snowed and it snowed. The wind blew and blew. But this morning, all that is in the past. We woke to a sparkling, crisp world dressed in white. The sun is shining, brilliant on the new-fallen snow, the sky is intensely blue. I found a spot where the snow hadn’t drifted, but lies smooth and even, and took a measurement.
Seventeen and a half inches. Railguy and I dug out the paths around the house, out to the birdfeeders and out to the barn, several times during the storm. The ferocious wind kept filling the paths back in with snow. The wind had blown itself out by the evening but the snow kept falling into the night. This morning, I gave the paths one last digging to clear out the last few inches.
The horses are happy to be back in their field. The town snowplow has been by several times, clearing the roads. It’s business as usual today. But oh, how beautiful the world looks this morning! It’s an Ogden Nash day.
Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning tree stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes.
Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue!
Snow is snowy when it’s snowing.
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.