after the storm: walk in the woods
It hadn’t snowed much this winter, and then pow-pow-pow (so to speak), the snow has been coming down. And it’s funny, aside from the occasional cross country swishabout, I don’t ski, but I cheer for snow just like the multitudes of locals who drop everything (including work) for a powder day.
I love how the snow cinches the town in tight and everything feels smaller and closer. I love how smack in the middle of a snowstorm, it feels warm, the snow glittering down, muting the hard edges. I love the differentness of it – how everything is subtly transformed; and I love that inside every snowflake is the potential of spring growth.
I took a walk, alone, yesterday, and felt giddy and grateful and completely blown over by the way snow settled on the thick branches of a juniper, or the contrast of a snowy hill against the blue sky (it is possible I was a little punchy after spending all day inside with the homeschool co-op).
there’s my house down there!
pinyon pine with lumps of snow!
old mama juniper
wild mustard with flowerbuds!
Thanks for indulging all my snow-nerdiness; back soon to our regularly scheduled programming of children and fermenting, or perhaps something completely new: fermenting children!