Saturday, January 8, 2011

Snow in the Valley and Other Things

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


At daybreak on Friday morning, when I began stirring, I could see, outside the backdoor window, that a large amount of snow had fallen during the night.285 We were expecting it.
Later in the day an email message appeared in my inbox from my weather notifier:
Winter snow warning has been cancelled.
Good for us, thinks me. Maybe the sun will shine, and the birds will sing, and an early January thaw will be upon us. That lovely thought lingered all through the night and grew more real as I walked the beaches of Tahiti in my dreams. 
Then morning came.
This morning.
Saturday morning.
One glance out that same backdoor window showed me that even more snow had fallen during the night.SNOWFALL - EAST DAILEY 003 It kept falling as I stood there, in my pajamas, watching, and it kept falling throughout the day. Off and on, it looked like a blizzard was whipping through the valley. SNOWFALL - EAST DAILEY 006
I’m sure I must have missed the message from my weather notifier that said:
Beg our pardons, please, snow will resume forthwith and be a real bear.
Only a couple of hours ago another email message from my weather notifier informed me of this:
I’ll find out for sure when I look out the backdoor window in the morning.

a - snowman - dead

The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.
Doug Larson

crib size fleece blanketYesterday wasn’t all about snow, though. A good part of the day was spent in the workshop. A lot of leftover fleece has been piling up in there from past projects, so I decided to wade into it and make it do something besides take up space. I managed to get one crib size blanket put together – all it needs now is some snipping to make the fringe. Some other things are in the planning stage. We’ll see how that comes together next week.
The other side will be the fringed side.
I had to use two red blocks to make it work.


Then there was today, Saturday. A lot of fun was had today, for sure. In my small dining room there has been a stack of boxes here and a stack of boxes there for so long I can’t remember why they’ve been there. Well, I just don’t want to get into it. Today, MOTH (Man of the House) and I started sorting those boxes without too much fussing going on.
* An extension cord turned up. Boy, I could have used that several times in months past.
* A bag of third son’s clothes showed itself. I doubt he’ll even want them anymore, but he’ll have to go through them to decide.
* Fourth grade lesson plans from about ten years ago. Yes, that’s how long it’s been.
* Some magazines from the nineties. Why do we keep these things?
Two large, heavy bags are ready for the garbage man and one for the Goodwill. Many other things now have a better place to be.
Amazing how my small dining room looks so much larger, now.


 So, that was Friday in the valley and Saturday, too.