One Brief Moment
It may have been 1:30 in the morning–yes, yes, we were still up–when we noticed that after weeks and weeks of waiting…
it was actually snowing. Not a blizzard or anything, but a light, gentle, determined snow that sent sparking crystals floating every which way.
It reminded me of teeny tiny pearl white fairies flitting about in the dark. So naturally I stood all alone on the porch in my nippy bare feet snapping the camera like a crazy woman. That way, I figured that if, in the morning every trace of snow was completely gone, I could still prove to the world that it had happened in the first place.
Frosty hair. Chattering teeth. Frozen toes. Lovely snow.
Totally worth it.
Santa’s Travels
Early in the morning on Christmas eve, Lyndi showed me this–on her computer. It’s Santa’s official flight route. Of course he is able to get a fabulous head start in those countries that are a day ahead in the time zone.
I’m sure that really helps the old fellow.
It was pretty great to be able to track the dude from one Eastern European country to another, and even know where he was headed to next.
Of course, my real interest was…
making sure he didn’t miss my silly boy in his new, very cold town–Krasnoyarsk, or “Krasno” as he calls it. Sure enough, Santa made it to this freezing place–
that sometimes looks as much like the North Pole as any place on earth can–without actually being the North Pole.
I sure hope he brought my boy a blanket.
Waiting For Snow…
If no amount of “chanting” will bring the needed Christmas snow to our yard…
then perhaps Mother Nature is handing her scepter over…
to that mischievous fellow…
Jack Frost…
who always manages to add just enough sparkle…
just enough magic…
with one breath…
to tide us over…
till somebody gets serious around here.
Old Man Winter?
Hello?
Dueling Skies
I swear to you that winter and spring are duking it out right here in our very own yard. No lie–we woke up to this lovely blanket of snow, but by lunch time…
It was as though it had never happened. So I put on some nice, springy capris…you know, to take advantage of the lovely sunny day.
Big mistake. While we were out, an odd thing happened.
Bare legs don’t take too well to all this white stuff.
Then, a nice comfy breeze blew all that coldness away and I could actually see the brave strawberries…amongst all those…ahem…weeds. Off with the sweatshirt and on–again–with the capris…
Or not.
Perhaps it will just be best to just stay curled up indoors with a good book until Mother Nature makes up her mind…
or chooses a winner.
I hope she’ll let us know.
Sheesh.
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