Nothing like some snow
To send even an old dog
Into wild zoomies!
Note: This is my interpretation of Liquid, the WordPress Photo Challenge for the week. We’re supposed to share a photo of liquid in whatever state we’d like. If memory serves me correctly, this shot from December 2014 captured one of our early snowfalls, and my dog gleefully joined me outside as big, fat flakes swirled down from the sky.
*The “zoomies” are sudden bursts of crazy energy that are totally normal for healthy dogs.
Nature has many scenes to exhibit…. — Henry David Thoreau, American poet and essayist
Mother Nature pulled an April Fool’s Day joke on Central Illinois Easter Sunday.
Sure, the calendar says ‘Spring,’ and we’ve been hoping for the warm and blossoming season for weeks now. It wasn’t to be, not yesterday anyway.
Take a look:
I am grateful for the silence of winter mornings, for the beauty and wonder of the glint of sunlight in frost melting to dew, for the early-riser’s peaceful solitude that sets a mood of thankfulness, hope, and calm for the dawning day. ~Terri Guillemets, American quotation anthologist and author
First snowfall, winter 2017
I’m taking a few days off to do holiday things with my family, but I’ll be back soon. Love to all, Happy Christmas, and thank you for coming along on this blogging journey with me! I’ll leave you with an Irish Christmas Blessing:
The light of the Christmas star to you,
The warmth of home and hearth to you,
The cheer and good will of friends to you,
The hope of a childlike heart to you,
The joy of a thousand angels to you,
The love of the Son and God’s peace to you.
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move. ~Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish novelist
Don’t mind me,
I’m just passin’ through.
Leaving my mark
So clear and true.
Don’t mind me,
My footprint is small.
Not like I
Really matter at all.
On my way
To something more.
Caught my eye
From behind the door.
Don’t mind me,
I’ll not tarry.
No food here;
No meat or dairy.
Don’t mind me,
Or my cold feet.
But couldn’t you
Set out a treat?
More is not necessarily better. — me
This weekend, Central Illinois was scheduled to get “a little snow.”
That’s what the meteorologists at the TV station told us anyway. One to three inches, tops.
North wind blows my face.
Wet snow stings and cuts my fur.
I’m ready for Spring.
Note: This is a Haiku (my first, actually!). And since I’m not a poet, I’m open to any constructive criticism you experts might offer.
Greetings from Gulfport, MS, home of yesterday’s ice storm Leon.
Those of you (like my son Domer) who have endured months of snow and cold might not think much of our “little wintry mix,” but let me assure you, it’s way worse than it looks.
Ever since I can remember, I’ve felt drawn to the South, especially during the long, cold, grey days of winter.
That pull has been exceptionally strong this year, when temperatures took an uncharacteristic early nosedive — and have yet to recover.
Guess what? It’s b-a-a-a-c-k!!
Snow fell overnight. . . .
We only got a dusting Tuesday morning, according to mama, who keeps up with that sort of thing.
But when she let me out and I saw it, I went crazy.
I love snow.
On my nose, on my furs, everywhere.
My favorite thing is to roll in it!
But mama says it’s early for snow. We’ve still got leaves on the trees.
And on the ground
How cool is that?!
When I took Darling Doggie outside yesterday, I could tell a storm was on its way (The Weather Channel only confirmed it). How did I know?
This is what greeted me:
Sun dogs often predict rain or snow.
So it didn’t surprise me when the snow started falling mid-afternoon. Falling fast, like feathers swirling in a pillow fight.
And after we’d had between three and four inches of the white stuff, we got some freezing rain.
So when I arose this morning, I saw the result:
Ice covers the buds on this silver maple tree.
Snow, snow everywhere!
A snow-covered bush
Tire ruts show how deep the snow is.
Now, I much prefer having snow at the end of the year, rather than the beginning. Something about a White Christmas is very appealing, and what’s a New Year’s Eve without a definite chill in the air?
But nobody asked me. And now we’ve got this snow on the ground. Just when everybody is starting to think Spring.
Even the flowers!
These are going to be yellow daffodils.