I left work a little late today. After running errands I arrived home in the gloaming that comes just before nightfall. Some folks may be unhappy about how early night falls now and will fall for the next several months.
I prefer to not descend into unhappiness about something I cannot control. Rather to accept and appreciate what I cannot change. A time to reflect and give thanks for on the years’ gifts and blessings, to ponder The Great Mystery of the next year.
Several weather models, the US National Weather Service, and Environment Canada all suggest a significant snowstorm will occur tomorrow. My interpretation is that between 12-20 cm (or about 4 to 8 inches) will fall starting tonight and ending Friday afternoon.
So I spent some time the last two afternoons clearing the deck and scraping the driveway/street interface – making space for more snow.
Bowing in deference to the summer’s prevailing south wind, this tree leans into, against, winters’ north wind and snow.
The St. Clair River is asleep, waiting for spring – or at least a lengthy thaw.
Winter blustered for the past two days, threatening dire consequences if we dared forget its presence and power.
A young tree reaches up to embrace blue sky and white clouds.
A tree stands in a mid-January mild spell, awaiting the next blows Winter chooses to fling.