What a beautiful day. The small clouds stream, speeding across a brilliant blue sky. The pines are swaying, sighing in the gusty wind. Shadows dance. Snow devils whirl. A visual delight.
Attila took two hours to remove the snow from the deck this afternoon. This was the second time he has undertaken to remove the snow from the deck, which is quite reasonable at this point in the winter.
To date, we have not received a high volume of snow. This is easily determined by observing the boulder in the front yard. Today we can observe the boulder; more accurately we can observe the snow mound that rests on top of the boulder. Other winters, when we had a lot more snow, there was no trace of the boulder, it lay beneath a flat expanse of sparkling white snow; no hint of a rise in the yard to indicate that a boulder even existed. It is only February so the boulder may yet disappear.
Worldly Distractions
Weather
-7 °C
Condition: Sunny
Pressure: 101.3 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: -7.0°C
Dewpoint: -15.3°C
Humidity: 52 %
Wind: W 18 gust 37 km/h
Wind Chill: -14
Quote
“There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy.”
Henry Miller
1891 – 1980
On the Screen
Crazy Heart
2009, Jeff Bridges, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Colin Farrell, Robert Duvall
It’s good that you haven’t been inundated like the folks to the south and east of you have been. I just came from Bex’s journal entry (at Crow Cottage). I’m so glad I’m not in New England this winter. That said, I remember the magic of watching the sparkling crystals of drifting and blowing snow on a clear day, when I was in Vassalboro, Maine.
Snow is wonderful in moderation, like anything else I suppose. New England sounds beautiful, although I’ve only passed through the area once on my way to the Maritime provinces of Canada.