Category Archives: Snow
The Maze
Photo by Pat G.
wandering the maze
searching not finding my way
lost forevermore
Sun Dogs
sun dogs and rainbows
put on a show for skiers
on the empty hill
Snow
Varied Thrush
crisp, cold flakes descend,
food lies hidden under snow
inundated now
Moon on Silver Star
Photo at Silver Star (ski hill) courtesy of Pat G.
Brightly lit, the night is silent,
Snow has muffled sound,
Footsteps spoil the peaceful evening,
Crunching all around.
Moonlight guides me to my cabin,
Warmth and comfort cheer,
Beauty outside, cozy fire,
Best of two worlds here.
Snowy Hills
Way up high on the hills, the rain turned into snow.
Why is it that white snow comes out of black clouds?
How did that sunshine get through to the hills when the whole valley is in shade?
Can you guess where the deer are that used to live up in the hills? Where are the birds? Bears? Cougars? Squirrels?
I can only hope that those who didn’t wander down to lower elevations are hibernating in some cozy den. Probably even those who might hibernate would have come down from the highest parts of the hills, if they were able.
Meanwhile, I’m in my cozy den at home, not hibernating, but also waiting for winter to pass.
A new year is coming. That gives me hope that spring won’t be too far away.
Have a happy year ahead, everyone.
All the best in 2025.
W is for Winter
“First it rained and then it blew;
Then it friz and then it snew;
Then it fogged and then it thew;
And very shortly after then
It blew and snew and thew again.”
I don’t know who wrote that poem, but I think it has been around a very long time.
Also, I should mention that these photos are from six years ago and are not a true reflection of the weather here today.
W is for winter.
March
I thought we had escaped the grip of winter by now, but then, this morning, yuck!
March certainly came in like a lion here with a bitter cold wind and then a dump of snow. I’m counting on it to go out like a lamb, hopefully with mild springtime temperatures.
I did some digging and found out that some people think the proverb about March is not so much about weather as it is about the stars.
At the beginning of March, the constellation Leo rises in the eastern sky. Then at the end of March, the constellation Aries (the ram, or perhaps the lamb in its younger days) sets in the west.
Whether it is weather related or has to do with the stars, it’s often safe to assume the weather is better towards the end of March.
Just for fun, here is a timely Knock, Knock joke that you all know.
Knock! Knock!
Who’s there?
Marshall.
Marshall who?
Marshall come in like a lion and go out like a lamb.
A Precious New Day
Photo by Pat Gerrie
Life, the continuous learning curve,
Gives us no warning of what it will serve.
All of us bumble and err on the way,
That’s why we cherish each precious new day.
Mother, What’s All That White Stuff?
Do you remember Bambi asking, “Mother, what’s all that white stuff?” and she answered in such a soft voice, full of wonder, “Why … it’s … snow!”
Well, this morning I found myself saying, “Mother! What …?” etc.
It all happened overnight, and then it continued into the morning. My poor little birds!
The hummingbirds … where do they sleep on nights like this? At least they had a heated feeder this year. Last year I had to run out and exchange the frozen sugar water for liquid every 20 minutes or so. This year, I have one heated feeder, thanks to the thoughtful gift from a friend, and I can also put the not-heated feeders out there when the temperature stays above freezing. It works great!
The heated one is on the left, with the cord running from the outlet in the wall to the feeder.
For some reason the hummingbirds like sitting on the feeder penthouse.
Today it snowed for the second day in a row and just before it got too dark, a hummingbird came for one last drink. I took the video through the screened kitchen window as the light was fading. It’s not very sharp, but the hummer took a long last sip to last him for the night.
The rest of the birds have to find what food they can under the shelter of the eaves or the roof of a feeding station. I think they have a hard time in the snow, especially when the sun comes out and thaws huge portions that slide off branches, and threaten to bury them in the avalanche.
I’m always happy to see the snow because it looks so pretty, but I’m relieved when it thaws and the birds and little animals can breathe more easily again.
Do I dare to hope that this is the last of it for the winter?
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