Another really grey, cold, snowy, blustery mid-winter morning here at the end of March at altitude. I stood at the step into the solarium and looked up through the glass ceiling and watched the snow bombs being blown off the really tall pine next the Angel’s house down onto the roof. Great huge globs of snow, plopping hard from a great height. Nothing dangerous so fun to watch. And watching helps me realize why they make so much noise when they fall. That tree is really, really tall. They have some momentum on the way down.
I wrote a blog with pictures one time about seeing what Tessie knows. In the summer she would put her nose to the ground and run and we would have no idea. In the winter, there were tracks and we could see the trail she was following. I feel that same way about the wind this morning. When there is no snow, we can see the trees move, feel it, hear it. When there is snow on the limbs or falling, we see the wind much clearer as we watch the snow go horizontal and block out vision and swirl around and through. Depending on the angle, some snow drops in great blobs from the pine boughs while some clings tenaciously to its limbs weighing down the branches and holding on for a more opportune time of warmth to melt away.
The snow is heavy and hard. I hope Dean is safe out there today. It is a day for staying in.
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