I awoke this morning to the grandeur of a new fallen snow. Living on three acres there’s plenty of wildlife to visually stimulate me on this fine morning.
The mockingbirds, tufted titmouses, cardinals and blue jays scamper about, foraging for the thistle I sprinkled on the frozen deck rails this morning.
Memories of past winters live in my mind…
The winter of 1999 found my husband and in our newly constructed home. It would also be the last winter for our dog, Mitch. Plagued with back problems, our Belgian Sheepdog enjoyed a pain-free day with his husky-mix sister, trekking along the two paths that connect the clearing to the back fields shaped like Micky Mouse ears. Trees laden with crimson berries, slightly frozen, dripping ice sculptures created a fairy tale forest.
Or the winter we had so much snow, hubby would no sooner clear off a portion of the driveway with the box blade on the mower, to spin around and find it snow-covered – again.
One of the happiest memories of winter included our two pooches – Maggie, an overachieving Chessie and Miss Sasha (a mouthy little husky- shepherd mix that could have passed for a Sheltie.)
Hubby trudged inside, boots covered with snow, nose as red as Rudolph’s and asked “Where’s the red food coloring?”
“In the cabinet by the sink, honey. What do you need that for?”
Preoccupied with stacking the holiday dishes, I heard a knock on the dining room window.
Much to my surprise and delight, a fire hydrant ice sculpture stood in the snow. Red like a big snow cone, it made the corners of my mouth turn up and put a gleam in my eye.
The dogs were having so much fun, eating the snow and playing, I couldn’t help but laugh. And hubby was the big cheese, the supervisor, the hot potato, the hero of the day who made me chuckle.
If my memory serves me correctly, it was also the winter I sported a bright orange and aqua cast (in Miami Dolphin colors) on my left leg – the result of falling in a depression our friend’s dog made on their front lawn. The tendons in the top of my foot went snap, crackle, pop, followed by a burning sensation – a warning something was wrong. Six hours in the ER and a dose of dilaudid was just what I needed to ease the pain.
So if I couldn’t be running around with my crazy canines and hubby frolicking in the winter wonderland, the view from the window was the next best thing.
Winters have come and gone, and I cherish these as some of the most memorable.
I penned a poem last year while I was on a walk with our adopted child (our shoe-collecting mini Australian Shepherd).
I am reposting. Hope you enjoy the poem and the pictures.
The cold kiss of winter brushes my rosy cheeks
and snowflakes drop like confetti.
Five gaggles of graylag geese soar overhead
north to south
in the hazy cotton sky.
I stand reticent,
to their cackling,
as if I were multilingual.
They settle in the field nearby,
as an experienced aviator
sideslipping a glider in for a landing.
(Copyright Sheree Nielsen)