When snow falls, nature listens.
~Antoinette van Kleeff
They all said it was going to be a bad storm. And it started right as predicted, and created havoc on the roads in this area unaccustomed to dealing with it. It snowed much of Wednesday afternoon. Thursday dawned gray and cold, and then it started snowing again…heavy. It was the kind of snow that clings to everything – the porch screens, the fence wire, the tree trunks, the branches. The woods didn’t care, and I loved it. There is something magical about a snowfall – the silence, the blanket of beauty spread across the landscape, the way the often hidden or subtle can now become bold against the white backdrop.
The birds also knew it was coming long before it started. They remained very active at the feeders throughout. During a strong burst of snow, I stood outside and watched as they came and went, cautious at first, and then paying me no mind as they stocked up on seed and suet. Birds the color of the winter woods now can be seen amongst the patterns of snow-covered branches.
A hint of color is quite an accessory amongst the whiteness.
And what have we been told about yellow in snow? It can be beautiful…
But to make a statement, wear something bold.
A day later the sun is beating back the whiteness. It will probably stay another day or two, but the snow cannot sustain itself against the onslaught of blue sky and warmth that will be coming this week. This may be its last appearance for this winter. School administrators, road crews, power companies, and many commuters will rejoice. I will anxiously await its return.