A splash of pale pink adds a dash of colour to an otherwise grey and white early morning landscape.
I live in a very flat part of the world. Elevation changes could be measured in centimeters or inches. This cluster of silos is over four kilometers from where I was. Although it was a little hazy, it was easy to see some details.
Before today, only four days this month had been mostly sunny. This mornings’ lovely dawn promised that today would be Day 5.
The promise was fulfilled. I was, am, very grateful.
A farmers’ yard light is a tiny speck lost in the immensity of a field of corn stubble barely illuminated by a glorious dawn.
So it is with all of us, mere specks in the immensity of all that is.
Hoarfrost wraps itself around the landscape on a late winter morning.
A standing birds’ eye perspective of the icy landscape that was the front yard a few days ago.
We are enduring a bitter cold spell, the worst in several years. The ambient temperature is -22 Celsius and the wind chill equals about -35C.
This cold spell should abate this weekend. In the meantime I’m deeply grateful for our snug and safe little home. I’m full of compassion for the wild things which have no such safe and snug place to hole up, particularly the songbirds. So I’m compelled to generously scatter seed far and wide.
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.