Snow walk:
Preparation: Stocking cap. It says "Alcatraz" on it. I have no idea where it came from. I am not on parole, I promise. I only know that it keeps the bald head and the ears warm. Boots. Have to come back with dry feet; and snow to "stomp" off onto the floor--so The Homesteader has something to keep her curiosity exercised. And then she can do the cats' "My Feet Are Wet Dance." Gloves: have to check out the snowball making capacity of the flakes. A+ Layers: two shirts--one a flannel--and a coat. It's not a sin to brave the cold by making sure you'll be warm.
The Journey: Start in the back meadow, then through the wild area. Reverse direction. Walk through the trees, out front, around the pond, up to 25, back home. Tempted to brush off the throne and sit awhile on the hilltop. Did not yield--this time. The most important thing is to make as wide a circle as possible so that you don't have to cross your own path and spoil the pristine white blanket before you by finding some dumb human's footprints everywhere. And never turn to look behind you. Look under Aaron's pines for the deer. None today. The only other wildlife on the trek are the neighbor's kids Ella and Gage. They got a new hound dog for Christmas. And what little kid can resist playing in falling snow. Not this one for sure. "Hi, Al" called out by Ella and echoed by Gage still makes my day. The hound seems to like snow as well. Must be a distant relative of Bonnie and Gus.
Snow Plow 3 Mail Box 0 This time he got mine and Aaron's. And it was after the mail delivery. Wet mail.
The End: Stand still, close your eyes, and feel the snow on your uplifted face. Sticking out your tongue is always an option. Re-fill Mom's bird feeder. The feathered friends are much bolder on such a day as this. I don't know if the chickadees are scolding me for taking so long or cheering me on--thankful.
Epilogue: A cup--or two--of Lemon Lift hot tea as I sit and look out the windowdoors with Mom. I could sit in the stillness and watch the falling snow forever--a long time at least. Hope it continues into the nighttime, the skies clear, and the moon turns midnight to midday. Walk two will then occur. Maybe Bonnie will join me. Ahhhhh. A snowy day!
Preparation: Stocking cap. It says "Alcatraz" on it. I have no idea where it came from. I am not on parole, I promise. I only know that it keeps the bald head and the ears warm. Boots. Have to come back with dry feet; and snow to "stomp" off onto the floor--so The Homesteader has something to keep her curiosity exercised. And then she can do the cats' "My Feet Are Wet Dance." Gloves: have to check out the snowball making capacity of the flakes. A+ Layers: two shirts--one a flannel--and a coat. It's not a sin to brave the cold by making sure you'll be warm.
The Journey: Start in the back meadow, then through the wild area. Reverse direction. Walk through the trees, out front, around the pond, up to 25, back home. Tempted to brush off the throne and sit awhile on the hilltop. Did not yield--this time. The most important thing is to make as wide a circle as possible so that you don't have to cross your own path and spoil the pristine white blanket before you by finding some dumb human's footprints everywhere. And never turn to look behind you. Look under Aaron's pines for the deer. None today. The only other wildlife on the trek are the neighbor's kids Ella and Gage. They got a new hound dog for Christmas. And what little kid can resist playing in falling snow. Not this one for sure. "Hi, Al" called out by Ella and echoed by Gage still makes my day. The hound seems to like snow as well. Must be a distant relative of Bonnie and Gus.
Snow Plow 3 Mail Box 0 This time he got mine and Aaron's. And it was after the mail delivery. Wet mail.
The End: Stand still, close your eyes, and feel the snow on your uplifted face. Sticking out your tongue is always an option. Re-fill Mom's bird feeder. The feathered friends are much bolder on such a day as this. I don't know if the chickadees are scolding me for taking so long or cheering me on--thankful.
Epilogue: A cup--or two--of Lemon Lift hot tea as I sit and look out the windowdoors with Mom. I could sit in the stillness and watch the falling snow forever--a long time at least. Hope it continues into the nighttime, the skies clear, and the moon turns midnight to midday. Walk two will then occur. Maybe Bonnie will join me. Ahhhhh. A snowy day!
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