I arrived home from work today, just in time for the opening volley of a February blizzard. Like a good blogger, I grabbed the camera, ventured out into the 1″ of snow, took some photos, and hummed a few songs to myself — songs better suited for Christmas.
“In the bleak midwinter . . . hmmmm, hmmmm . . . snow on snow . . .”
“The snow’s coming down, I’m watching it fall . . .”
“It’s a marshmallow world in the winter, when the snow comes to cover the ground . . .”
“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow . . .”
“Baby it’s cold outside . . .”
“I’ve got my love to keep me warm . . .”
I’m about to hit the publish button and it’s a whiteout as the sky darkens. From the windows, I see four inches of additional heavy, wet snow has fallen. Branches bend under its weight. Sixty mile per hour gusts of wind create swirls in the white veil. And I know that by morning, my world will be white. Winter white. Deeply white.
More photos to come . . .