We wake up to a thin coating of snow. It's odd how everything changes with that half inch cover. The brown colors no longer dominate. We are a landscape of dusty white, with the sheep shed adding that needed splash of red.
The cheeper habits change as well. Even though it's nearly 30F, they refuse to leave the barn. Ed brushes away some of the snow at the entrance but it's not good enough for them. They hate the feel of snow and the confusing absence of visual texture.
We eat breakfast by the front room window. The pines just outside always look their best after a snow fall. Winter no longer sags your spirits.
And still, even this light snow cover comes at a price: the roads are slick. You have to be vigilant! And we do take the car out for a quick trip -- to the library (a book is due!), to the forest (for a walk in the Arboretum)...
...and to our closest Indian Restaurant, where we pick up Shrimp Saag for dinner. Hot Saag on a cold day. It's fitting. Winter as is should be.
The cheeper habits change as well. Even though it's nearly 30F, they refuse to leave the barn. Ed brushes away some of the snow at the entrance but it's not good enough for them. They hate the feel of snow and the confusing absence of visual texture.
We eat breakfast by the front room window. The pines just outside always look their best after a snow fall. Winter no longer sags your spirits.
And still, even this light snow cover comes at a price: the roads are slick. You have to be vigilant! And we do take the car out for a quick trip -- to the library (a book is due!), to the forest (for a walk in the Arboretum)...
...and to our closest Indian Restaurant, where we pick up Shrimp Saag for dinner. Hot Saag on a cold day. It's fitting. Winter as is should be.
