Enough of The Weather Channel. The storm stomped up the east coast with lots of fury, three days before Winter Solstice, and I do believe this winter will provide a story of weather events.
There will be a White Christmas in my home town. Deeper than knee-deep in snow, I know friends and family are whining but I smile anyway. It’s a back-breaking mess, I agree with that! Blizzards rank high in memorable lifetime events along with other natural disasters that aren't so darn pretty. My memories of blizzards could easily be the subject of another blog post. Power will be restored to homes, the mess will be a memory in a few days, then there will be a White Christmas! Here, we’ll have a warm, sunny day and I’ll be swatting flies out of the kitchen and cussin.
We saw snowflakes, sleet, and rain on Friday. Sleet tapped on the windows all evening long, and I’ll admit I love that sound and the mood struck me – that childlike, magical feeling when wishing for a snow day… Ice art formed while we slept.
The rising sun danced on ice. It needs to be admired at once!
It all disappears in about two hours.
A twenty-foot wax crepe myrtle gave in to the weight.
The whole scene reminded me of Ralphie raising his bedroom window on Christmas morning to the magical, winter wonderland scene before his eyes. You know, the morning he almost shot his eye out with his Red Ryder Cowboy Carbine rifle.
In comparison to Ralphie's view, my view was terribly boring.
I crunched around the yard for a while.
Noticed the fence.
The crunch under foot was so audible and shocking the birds fled the scene
except for a sparrow who tolerated me for a moment.
I was wishing for a dozen Cardinals against the ice but they didn’t come.
Crunched to the pond and saw butterfly bush well preserved.
Right now I'm wishing for a special friend to have peace, love, and contentment.
And, I'm wishing everyone a merry littleChristmas!