It's a slow news day.Another storm blew in, yesterday, bringing rain, then snow, then more rain, some hail-ish snow or snow-ish hail (I'm sure the Inuit have a specific word for it), then big, giant-flake snow (again...). The temp hovered in the mid 30s, so it stuck. Rachel and her friend, Jen, came by to pick up some stuff before continuing on to Tahoe, and had quite the time getting down the driveway, even with four-wheel drive. A little later, our neighbor plowed the roads (bless him).
This morning's walk was gorgeous, of course, but tricky. With the temp hovering around 30s, the roads were almost solid ice. I tried to walk in the snow at the sides, for the most part, but it's difficult to do, sometimes, given the trees, etc. As I reached the newspaper tubes, I skidded right past them into the mailboxes beyond. I had to shuffle gingerly back up to get to the paper. Such a hero.
Then, 5 hours later, I walked the route, again, to mail a letter. It's 38, or so, and, though there was no snow or rain falling, it sounded as though I was in a downpour! And I got just about as wet, though the footing was much more secure! All the snow/ice was melting off all the trees and making much more noise through the forest than I would have imagined. And the ice on the higher part of our roof has been falling onto a lower part, each time sounding a bit like we're under mortar attack (like I know what that sounds like).
(Now it's lunch time, and soon, I'll go down and finish installing the lighting in the studio. I'm very happy about how bright it can be, now. It's turned a cave space into a much lighter cave space. I'll take some pics when I get it cleaned up, this afternoon.--this part doesn't really fit, so I'm putting in parentheses).
I love the winter. I like the low angle of the sun. I like the brisk temperatures, the snow, rain, hail, clouds, you name it. I love the way the trees look with no leaves. Tom, too. Having spent so much of our lives in Southern California, where one need hardly think about it (unless it's blowing fire on to the roof), every bit of it is interesting. And I get to wear the cute hats, scarves and gloves. Every day. So, what seems so mundane, like the roar of snow melting off the trees, I find new, surprising and fascinating. Lucky you.
