It is snowing.  Great masses of the fluffy white stuff.  Even though I am ready for warmer temperatures and growing things I am not sad about the snow today.

After embracing the reality of having a snow day, we spent the day making playdough, visiting with friends over hot cups of tea and bowls of tomato soup, sharing warm double chocolate cookies, and shoveling.  I then decided to venture out on my snowshoes.  I tromped in the cemetery through the unmarked snow enjoying the near silence that a thick blanket of snow makes.  I could feel heat radiating from me and the sound of my breath being absorbed by the falling snow.  When I paused to catch my breath under the shrouded umbrella of a cedar I could feel tremors going through my muscles and hear the snow sizzle against me.  There is an incredible beauty to falling snow.  When I arrived home I was parched, shaky, and happily exhausted.

Once wasn’t enough, I found it imperative to repeat the adventure and dragged my dear husband along for a night time tromp.  His first snowshoe adventure.  The cemetery at night was beautiful.  I was hoping to need headlamps but there was enough ambient street lighting,  kind of disappointing but I do live in a city.  Neither my husband nor I ended up lost or abandoned in a snowdrift, and I am pretty sure he enjoyed the excursion too.

March 12, 2014 – photo by Randy Kay – fellow neighbourhood dweller