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Snowmen….Cheap

Posted on December 27, 2015 | 2 comments

Snow Report

Sunday December 27th
New Snow 35+ cm
Conditions Excellent
Temperature a balmy -9 C to a high of -5 C
Elevation 1500m

Everything is a snowman today, and I can shovel again tomorrow!

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Snow

Posted on November 15, 2015 | Leave a comment

“With luck, it might even snow for us.”

Haruki Murakami,

Yes, luck prevailed. Dull, dirty, grey autumn’s finale has come. No more naked branches, dried moldy leaves and melancholy grass, we are now covered in a fresh soft, winter sheet that feels like flannelette. Nature has covered the decay in sparkle and ice, lulling us with beauty before our winter sleep. Winter is exciting, everything has changed.

The dogs loved the snow. Grommet played so much that his legs were covered in snowballs. He looked like some had sewn ruffles on his legs. He also knows what to do when you have played hard in the snow. You find a nice warm bed to dry off in.

The barn was not impressed. No one wanted to come out. This is Lacey and Tilly’s first winter and snow fall. Lacey didn’t leave her nesting box all day.

Aflac always game for anything wandered down the path I shovelled to eat the last tomato of the season. It was what was left from our 200 pounds of home-grown bounty.

As is our nature, we relish in the new season only to grow tired of it and wish for what comes after. So for today we will enjoy the snow and sparkle. Not sure how we will feel when its -30 and not -3.

White-Eyes

Mary Oliver

In winter

all the singing is in

the tops of the trees

where the wind-bird

with its white eyes

shoves and pushes

among the branches.

Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,

but he’s restless—

he has an idea,

and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings

as long as he stays awake.

But his big, round music, after all,

is too breathy to last.

So, it’s over.

In the pine-crown

he makes his nest,

he’s done all he can.

I don’t know the name of this bird,

I only imagine his glittering beak

tucked in a white wing

while the clouds—

which he has summoned

from the north—

which he has taught

to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall

into the world below

like stars, or the feathers

of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,

that is asleep now, and silent—

that has turned itself

into snow.

Hundslappadrífa

Posted on December 28, 2014 | Leave a comment

skæðadrífa, logndrífa, kafaldsmyglingur, lognkafald and ryk

In Iceland hundslappadrífa is snow flakes as big as dog’s paws, and I think they should know. If hundslappadrífa is not falling you make your own!

Snow is magical, mystical and on a moonlit night its sparkle conjures peace and tranquility. It is the Christmas season, how else would Santa get around. We are blessed to have four seasons here in the sub-alpine. Each has its own allure but at Christmas we relish the snow. So much fun to be out in nature, learning all kinds of lessons.

What goes down must come up. (and repeat)