There was a time when I lived in a place where, if it snowed… boy did it snow! Massive drifts of the beautiful white stuff was the norm. And being snowed in the house was not unusual. The car needed snow chains on to get anywhere and the boot of it was always weighted down… for extra traction.
They don’t make snow like they used to, these days.
I live in a vale that seems to be in a no man’s land… and bang in between weather systems. To the north and south of us there is weather. Where we are, we can expect the exact opposite of what others are getting.
This is not to say that we don’t get some fabulous weather and skies. We have big skies here. But, they can threaten snow, thunderstorms and clear off just as quickly as they appeared.
And sometimes it’s too cold to snow. The immediate world is just frozen solid.
We seem to have our very own weather system.
I happen to love snow. Hey, who’d have thought it?
I love the quiet and peacefulness that it brings. That sense of solitude. The dull sound of the traffic as it slowly rolls past our cottage, when we have heavy snow
The sundown barn owl that looks for its tea over the long grass, protruding from the snow, at the edge of the field
The footprints in the snow… human and animal
The quality of light that a layer of thick snow radiates
Walks at night in the snow… no torches required. Team it with a full moon… perfection
Battling my way through a blizzard
The beautiful landscapes just waiting to be photographed, painted and written about
If you’re well wrapped up against the elements there is no better thing than trudging through the snow… and a great work out for the leg muscles as well. The freezing, clear air creeps into your body and gives you a detox. You’re pitted against nature and it’s a battle to survive. That element of danger is addictive and yet terrifying. Snow deserves respect.
And then when you make it back home, there’s the tea and crumpets to savour. Don’t worry about the calories… you’ve just done your exercise for the day.
So, bring on the snow I say. I want to walk and play and see what other animals have been out playing and walking in it.
Oh, if only days lasted for longer than 24 hours; we didn’t need to sleep, do chores and some of us were actually organised!
I don’t pop up on here, nor my sister blog Write Dorne, as often as I would like. So, here’s two thoughts for today.
If nothing else I make sure of the dirty feet, messy hair and sparkling eyes.
Join me in having dirty feet today and look for the joy in life. Turn off the telly and radio. Back away from that newspaper and leave the gloomers and doomers to their own misery. Yes, the world is going mad… in parts; but, there are some good things out there.
And I’m off to find them, in my usual messy way…coming?
I have a monster of an ironing pile to work my way through. So, I’m going to drink Earl Grey tea, kick off my shoes and listen to some chill out music, whilst I iron out those creases. (Why do we do this? We stuff them in the wardrobe, they get creased up again and we’re back at the ironing board? We can’t venture out looking creased! )
I’ve been hunting for suitable chill out music and have come across this. I reckon it’s too beautiful not to share.
Do you have any ironing to do? Why not join me and listen to /watch this? The ironing won’t get done, will it? Because there are plenty more like this : which just have to be watched. Oh dear!
Thanks for dropping by and have a great Sunday, ironing or otherwise.