Friday, January 19, 2018

Snow Can be Beautiful


When we first found this land it provided us with four seasons of outdoor activity each year.  Now in our seventh decade there are some undesirable consequences to playing outside in the bitter cold.  Hands quickly ache and various joints firmly make their displeasure felt.  Even dressing properly can no longer be taken for granted.  I found this scenic wonder when overheating from wearing a heavy coat forced me to return to the house very early in my hike.  This area is seldom visited but was well worth seeing after the storm.


 The falling trees are sumac.  This species is short lived and these have been dead for some time.  Its really a shame that these trees fail so early in life.  Their leaves are reliably bright red each fall.  The seed clusters are also a vibrant red and they serve as bird food.  The unusual angle of these falling branches held a respectable snow load.


A closer look reveals huge sections where the bark has fallen away.  The smooth surface of the branches points to dead wood that has spent several years air drying.  If this wood was in contact with the ground, it would be covered with various life forms that speed the conversion from wood to soil.  These falling trees block a path that in the past saw occasional use.  They will likely be left as is since a new route for the path was used to take these pictures.


Closer to the ground, bark remains solidly attached.  This scar is what remains of a branch that died while the tree was still alive.  I wonder just what rounded the ends of the branch that are now sandpaper smooth?

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

My Point Of View


Ed placed the house so that the view out every window is terrific.  The snow is so clean, silent and peaceful now.  Sometimes we wonder why we still stay where it is snowy and bitterly cold, but I love mornings like this one.  Let's take a look at my point of view!  The view to the west from the second bedroom looks like this.  It's real treat be warm cuddled in your own bed  to watch the snow fall.


On the north side of the house the view is changeable.  In the photo the ridge can be seen in the distance.  Now as I write this the snow is falling again.  The ridge has disappeared behind a curtain of white.  


I have to confess I opened the kitchen door to take these next two pictures.  I did not step outside into the cold.   There is something so very special about the garden covered in a fluffy blanket of white before the animals are about.  It represents a quiet calm that is so very pleasant even if it doesn't last!


The trumpet vine, trees and driveway are all dressed in  beautiful white snow.  The quiet is gone now.  The sound of Ed's machines clearing the snow from the  driveway breaks the silence.  It is one thing to enjoy the beauty and quiet of life in the country.  It quite is another to be trapped by it. 


Others might get bored with this view from my bedroom window, but I never tire of it. Winter, spring summer and fall  I find it beautiful!  What can I say.  That is my point of view!