At any rate, the last time the dogs were out before bedtime there were tiny stinging flakes or bits flying in a light but chill breeze. I wasn't expecting a lot but we woke today to about 2.5 to 3 inches of white stuff on the ground. Yes, even a desert rat has to admit it was pretty before the fluffy clean blanket was marred as the day wore on. I sat in my big chair by the picture window in the front room and watched as it still fell a bit until mid-morning.
The dogs had various reactions. Kaycee and Beebee, the two Heelers knew the drill from their earlier days in Colorado. They ran around and rooted in it a bit but were glad to come in quickly. Poor little Rojito drags his little tummy in the cold white stuff and was quick to do his business and scoot back in. Ginger is still puppy enough to leap and bound through it, be amazed when I threw her ball and it disappeared into the white blanket, and beg me to go walking which I declined to do! I told her mama does not do cold wet mornings! A bit later I had to laugh though as she paced and circled to beat down a spot before she would squat and do her business so she did not get her heinie wet!
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Friends who like the wintery weather would have loved it so I will share these pictures for their sake. The rest of you, well, yes, as I said, it was pretty! Now it is muddied and tracked and far from pristine but new snow has a beauty. And I always note the quiet, how silent it seems when snow is falling. Roughed out a quick verse on that:
Silence of Snow
It's so quiet when it snows,
Muffling all in frosty down.
Painting over scar and stain
a fluffy frothy bridal gown.
It's so quiet when it snows.
Frosty feathers float around,
Wrapping, covering, blanketing,
Dampening all trace of sound.
It's so quiet when it snows.
Looks so soft but feels so hard,
Sharp and cold and bitter-clean,
For this moment, all unmarred.
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ReplyDeleteRemoved my comment, since I should have proof-read before posting, haha!
ReplyDeleteAnyhoo...I love the pictures! Love snow, even when it's muddy. Yes, I'm strange, but that's me. When I lived in Washington state years ago, I reveled in the first snowfall, one I will never forget and miss often...My wee little dog hated to go out into it. I can still see her dainty paws trying to find a quick place to do her business and rush back into the warmth of the house. Your poem reflects the beauty of the pictures, too.