Driving along beside the Comox estuary yesterday, I nearly disrupted traffic in my panic to pull off the road to take a picture. I hadn’t expected the sunset to be so spectacular over the glacier. For that matter, I hadn’t SEEN the glacier for days and days with all the cloud cover.
Next to the glacier are the bumps in the hills that the locals have called The Sleeping Princess. Unfortunately I can’t be sure which shapes represent which features of her lying there. But it’s fun to imagine.
Not even 24 hours later, we have a complete change in the weather. No more lovely sunset; just a total whiteout. My backyard with its gnarly fruit trees looks like a black and white photo.
Emma has to check out what this white stuff is.
She’s amazed at how much of it is coming down.
The warmth of sun behind the hills
Is fine for curing winter chills
But who could know the change ahead
Birds shake feathers, snow to shed,
Yesterday they picked and ate,
Now with snow, their breakfast’s late.
Giant snowflakes blanket all
How I miss the robin’s call.
Emma likes a powdery run
But the cold is not much fun,
She’s content to sniff the deck
Wondering just “What the heck?
Think I’ll go back where it’s warm
Where they’ll pet my sleeping form.
There I’ll wait till winter’s done
And we see the warm spring sun.”