The first snow is magical. We were only forecasted for rain and ice primarily…so when the soft, white flakes started to slowly drift lazily from sky to earth I felt my spirits soar.
The snow steadily filled my yard. Covering up mounds of mulch needing to be spread, the dry, dormant rose bushes, and gravel pathway. All was quiet. I lit a few candles and settled into winter.
Overnight, the skies, now empty, cleared to dark blue broken by long silvery gray-white clouds that moved with haste from west to east.
Morning is now. I greet this day, my day, my 51st anniversary with Mother Earth, with wonder.
Let the light in. Say a prayer of gratitude. Hike on.
I knew deep down that you’d be out there!
I could not stay in this morning! So beautiful!
What a lovely tribute to the snow. We got the ice, but it’s all melted and I would be out hiking if I could (stupid hip, grr). Enjoy!
Thank you very much! I am sorry about your hip. I am ready for my semester to end so I can get my work-family-hiking aspects of my life back in balance!