We woke Saturday morning to drifting snow. And as the day went on, so did the snow.
Fortunately, there was no need for the dash to the grocery for bread and milk and diapers that so many folks in this county seem to perform as a reflex in response to the first flakes.
And now so am I.
(I don't always walk so spraddle-foot; that was me being ultra-cautious on a slick surface, not wanting to be healthy but with broken bones.)
(I don't always walk so spraddle-foot; that was me being ultra-cautious on a slick surface, not wanting to be healthy but with broken bones.)
It was a perfect day to sit by the fire with our five dogs, as well as Justin and Claui's two who were dropped off for doggy day care.
And I had the page proofs of The Day of Small Things which arrived late Friday! I have to read through all 400 plus pages very, very carefully in search of typos and other errors.
I've been away from Day and so deep in Under the Skin that it's almost like reading someone else's book.
And I had the page proofs of The Day of Small Things which arrived late Friday! I have to read through all 400 plus pages very, very carefully in search of typos and other errors.
I've been away from Day and so deep in Under the Skin that it's almost like reading someone else's book.
And, though I'm only a third of the way through it right now, I've got to say that I'm glad it was I who wrote it.
Seriously, I've almost made myself cry a couple of times (not an easy thing to do.)
I'm looking forward to the rest of it -- I hope it's as good!
15 comments:
What a lucky day! Hope the snow comes with its whiteness and chastenes.
I remembered this beautiful poem of Robert Frost. And the pics are as beautiful as the poem.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
The snow flurries started early on my side of the mountain, but even though they continued on most of the day it didn't amount to anything. Your pictures are so pretty and got a laugh out of your footprints in the snow! HA!
Boy o boy, proof reading The Day of Small Things ... lucky you! I can hardly wait til it's my turn to be reading it.
Vicki
What are the chances of waking up to this scene on Christmas Day? Pretty good perhaps?
Good luck with proofs. I'm setting myself some targets for 2010 and one is GET THE BOOK WRITTEN!
You got a bit more snow than we did. We planned to take some pictures, but it melted before we got around to it. Lovely pictures. I know your cat had fun walking in it. Ours loved it many years ago.
Sam
Thanks for another moment from my childhood; a reminder on a Sunday morning of what a magical transformation takes place with the first snowfall.
I've always felt that to be amid the beauty and quietness of snow-covered mountains was to know the true meaning of the statement in Isaiah, "Good is the word of the Lord .... There will be peace...."
Welcome, Rusen! The Frost poem always comes to mind with these beautiful snows.
Pat, I really am pleased with it!
Martin, re Christmas snow, we never know. It has happened before.
What are you writing -- fiction or non? Is it about your grandmother?
Sam, it's beginning to disappear as the sun hits it this morning but it's still pretty.
Magical, indeed, Bo! And peaceful!
Let me NEVER grow too old to get excited by Snow! Looking forward to the "DAY " I can read it too! :)
We got snow too-but looks like you got more than our dusting-I still enjoyed it though.
Vicki
There are a couple of 'possibles' bubbling in the pot, although I think I'm going to find the intrigue surrounding my great grandmother too hard to resist. So, it'll be fiction, but heavily influenced by the events of her life.
Wonderful !
To walk barefoot in the snow is certainely a great experience!
I love the photo of the page proofs , they seem to be lighted by a candle, like in the movie" Barry Lindon "!
I thought you guys might get snow! We got rain and a lot of cold wind but no white stuff--so far. I bought an enormous ham to bake for a Christmas party and now am forced (too bad) to stay home all tomorrow to oversee the cooking. Making apple-rosemary jelly at the same time. Life is still good.
The DAY is coming . . . eventually, Carol.
It IS a pleasure, Tipper.
That's such an intriguing story, Martin -- you'll have a great time with it, I'm sure!
Thanks, Miss Yves! (I loved that movie!)
Apple-rosemary jelly sounds really good, Pepper. Plain apple jelly is a little sweet for my taste but I think the rosemary would add just the right twist!
Lovely post today. We had snow also and it was just the best kind - pretty but not dangerous and our roads never were covered.
Love the photos.
I'm so glad that Eddie and you will be healthy during the coming year...now, what about Miss Susie Hutchins and the dogs?
Oh, how I wish I were reading The Day of Small Things! Darn publisher...making us all wait until next Fall! I'll just keep reminding myself that all good things come to she who waits.
Hey, Glenda, Yes, this was an ideal snow to turn our thoughts to Christmas things!
I can assure you, Victoria, that Miss Susie Hutchins and all the critters are duly protected!
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