January Snow

We felt like children! Watching the silent clouds billow across the sea, as the distant island  partially disappeared beneath a haze of cloud, reappearing minutes later dressed in pristine white. Yet, here we were staring at green grass, blue skies and sunshine. The following day, a strange thing happened, a bitter wind and stinging rain, meteorological alchemy as the first soft, white flakes fell upon the frigid ground…

Large wet flakes swirling in the wind, at first slowly until the sky was laden and gradually the garden, blanketed in white, lay hushed and still. Summer herbs dressed in winters clothes, trembled and shivered in the cruel wind…

The gardening girls gather at the door, pleading to be let inside, and inside, Oscar pleads to get out.  Neither cat nor chickens can fathom this new phenomenon. The girls decide to huddle at the shed door before being led, reluctantly, up the hill to the coop. Esme, needing extra persuasion in this strange new world, is gathered up and put to bed. Oscar decides very quickly that this cold wet world is not for him; as he sniffs the icy air his little nose berry red, he turns and walks purposely toward the door and warmth. Several hours later the snow is still falling but by bedtime the familiar sound of rain upon the skylight. Morning reveals a thin veneer of snow, winters pure delight but a brief interlude to rain.

Make snow angels while you can, pristine snow won’t wait! 

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