It’s unusual to the kind of snowstorm that leaves everything coated in thick layers of snow this time of year. Usually this kind of winter wonderland arrives in March and quickly disappears. But this morning I awoke to
Winter Wonderland Again
in January after a previous storm that left everything coated in snow for days just a couple of weeks ago. For those who have to drive somewhere in this snow, it’s no fun. It’s dangerous and slow-going when the roads are coated with snow and the snow keeps coming.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass
But from the inside looking out, it brings me great joy. Soon I’ll don my winter coat and boots and head out to clean snow off the bird feeders and refill them. This is what they look like this morning. The leaf shapes in this image are the decals I put on the outside of the window to keep the birds from hitting it.
Before I put them up the birds would often see reflections of the feeders in the clear glass and try to reach them, bumping up against the window and stunning themselves. The decals reflect UV light which the birds can see. I’ve found them pretty effective though they make it harder for me to photograph birds through the window. That seems a small price to pay to protect the birds from hurting themselves.
Kindness is like snow—it beautifies everything it touches
—Kahlil Gibran
Are you basking the the beauty all around today my friends, or cursing the snow that continues to fall?
Take me deep into the wintry woods where hope glitters freshly worn.
— Angie Weiland-Crosby
Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.— Mary Oliver
The snow fell as softly as a poet’s tears.
—Kevin Ansbro
It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city.
— Truman Capote
May you walk in beauty.
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