Flaky, bleached powder is drifting in slow motion down to the freezing brick sidewalk; like shredded cotton dropping from the heavens in blissful silence.
The nip of the air is bitting at my nose and fingers as I quickly shove them into my plaid coat pockets, generating a spark of heat.
The snow that we all hoped and dreamed for in the early days of December is finally here; a welcome activity and spark of color to the dreary bleakness of winter.
Though the whole world isn’t covered in this picturesque whiteness, it is an endearing contrast to the stark brown of last autumn’s companions.
A little white doggy, not your own but a nearby neighbors, tittups along the snow fallen ground and after a few minutes rambling, with his nose in the powder, whines pathetically at the door, begging you to please let him into the circle of warmth the house is offering.
A couple more clicks of the shutter speed, then telling yourself it is much to nippy to be out and about, and reluctantly tearing yourself away from the beauty, you trudge back indoors, perhaps a hot cup of cocoa awaiting or maybe a warm cuddle with a book in your inglenook by the wood stove.
These are February days in the rolling hills of Tennessee, not grand in sense of the word, but truly enjoyable with elementary earnestness.
Wow Abby, you must have gotten up early to capture that much snow on the ground. . .cause there was none when I got up! lol 🙂 Lovely post, as always, and little Frederich (or whatever his name) looks like he hates the cold weather as much as I do. I think the poor thing needs a fluffier winter coat. 😉
Lovely, eloquent description of this morning’s brief but beautiful flurries, Abby!
Great writing Abby! I’m sitting in my dorm room thinking about home as I read this post. Glad to finally read some of your writing! Keep up the good work!
Beautifully written!
I just stumbled upon your blog and it is absolutely beautiful! Your pictures are breathtaking and your writing is eloquent, sincere and a joy to read! 🙂