This morning I went to the barn to bring the car up to the house. The scant light of early morning sunrise reflected bits of snow clinging to logs and depressions made in the fallen leaves. Logs, once hidden now look like white pick-up-sticks strewn on the forest floor.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Time Goes On
The snow has come. Real snow, not the kind that disappears in West Virginia mud. No, this is the real thing. big white flakes that crash onto the earth and stay there, almost covering the ground. Alright, so it is not quite ski snow, but for early December it is enough. It hung on overnight until the next day's sun melted much of it away. But for snow lovers, there is a remnant to be enjoyed. Our hills and hollows provide plenty of niches where the sun's rays never touch. We have several of those within sight of the house.