Yesterday’s snow hung around, on the trees. It was a day-long storm that yielded perhaps 3-5 inches… with much of it clinging to the trees. Our front yard at sunset:
Ten Minutes After the Snow Stopped…
Oh, it was gorgeous. It still is gorgeous, as the winds have not picked up and relieved the trees of their meteorological burden. This morning I headed to the Fells for a 2-hour long splurge of XC skiing. The conditions were incredibly slow due to the low-hanging trees that blocked the trail as well as the exposed rocks underneath (’cause all the snow was on the trees). Yet the sunrise that greeted me at Bellevue Pond at 6:45 am made my day complete.
Bellevue Pond, sunrise
During my XC ski, I finally managed to take a not-horrible trail selfie! Granted, I was not running and sweaty.
Later this afternoon, I ventured out into the woods again with Mr. P and Little Boy. I was on my XC skis and they were romping and running around. We had a blast in the warm sunshine and beguilingly woods.
This is winter. This is winter! Today, I remembered that I love winter, I love snow, and that last winter was just a freakish aberration that killed my enthusiasm for New England through the overabundance of snow and cold. Winter is good. Winter is fun. Winter is a time of loveliness and purity and contemplation.
