“…there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special, even though you know you’re not.”
~ Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home
The snow always reminds me of my father. He loved it. He especially loved the peace and quiet of walking in it; the world all blanketed in white. The snow started falling, often before Thanksgiving in Eastern Washington where I grew up, and it stuck around all winter. So I can remember many walks with him in the snow. Once he woke me up at night, bundled me up and off we headed in the dark. I can still see the snow falling like glitter under the street lights. Truth be told, it was probably not late, but I was in bed. The snow was deep and the world seemed to have magically gone quiet and we whispered as we walked, holding hands. It is one of my strongest childhood memories.
There have been winters here, in PNW, where we have gotten lots of snow, but for the most part, what we see in the winter months is rain. So when we woke to snow on Saturday and it was still falling I could not wait to head out. I asked him if he wanted to go and he didn't, so the dog and I took off; only to have him change his mind and surprise us by catching up with us!
There is so much to notice; big flakes as they hit the water on the pond and the leaves sending us messages of the changing seasons. . .
. . . and a bit of love.
We watched as the morning light started to peek through the clouds and show off. And to think all this beauty, and all the peace, and all this goodness happened before breakfast.
I am so glad we did not miss it, thanks Dad. . .
And thank you for stopping by, for being here and letting me share this small corner of my world with you. Do you have snow??
isn't life grand?