It came late this year, the first snow. A flurry here and there, nothing that added up, but no snow that dusted the ground until December. No snow to track deer during hunting season (no deer for us). It started snowing at 2:55 pm on Saturday, noted by stopping my work outside to look at the time. And now it’s winter. We got five inches of snow overnight and it’s snowing again now. In a while the temperature will rise and the snow will turn to rain. The road ought to be an icy mess tonight.
Did you nose it snowed? According to Ava winter has arrived.
I’m grateful winter held off a while and I’d be happier had it waited longer. I’ve been telling myself that I’m just about ready to settle in for winter and then laughing at my little lie. I’m not ready. I don’t think I’m going to be ready for winter this year. Oh, things are done. It’s not that the freezers aren’t stuffed full or that we don’t have enough firewood. That’s all fine and well.
It’s summer I’m not ready to leave. Flowers, vegetables, endless dill and other herbs from the high tunnel, fishing in the boat, warm feet. Warm feet. I’m missing summer but I am settling into winter. I think the snow helped. I have a lot of writing to do this afternoon and tomorrow. The woodstove will keep me warm and cozy (except these cold feet). Red wine hot chocolate is a nice treat after snowshoeing or ice fishing or a nap or a ton of writing. I’m starting to think about snowshoeing. There are a few saplings we need to cut down to open up a connection between two trails. I want to snowshoe here daily and I’d like to go other places as well. Maybe to Moosehorn National Wildlife Refuge or Democrat Ridge where it’s all uphill until you turn around and come down. I’m thinking of snowmobiling in the back country. And now that it’s winter, looks and feels like winter, maybe I’m starting to miss summer a little less.
What’s that white stuff? You want us to go out? Can’t you bring our water in? Pullets’ first snow, and Buddy the rooster.