Wednesday, February 27, 2013

The Poetry of Snow

It started as rain and quickly changed over to sleet. Sometime in the wee hours it turned to snow. Our devoted plow guy came at the screech of dawn and scraped off the layer of crusty snow and with it went any hope of getting up the driveway. What remained behind? A perfectly lovely sheet of ice. It is truly impressive.
 
 I emailed my students around 7am and said I'd be in by 3 but as the day went on and the snow started coming down heavily in wide fluffy flakes I knew I wasn't going anywhere. 
 
Ken and I often joke about the "This Is Why We Live Here" season being May through October. Truth is, winter is why we live here too. I love the way it forces me to slow down, the way it makes me look, notice and observe.