The old Bing Crosby song, “White Christmas,” can make you pine for a lovely covering of snow on the ground as one wakes to greet the morning of the 25th. And today is one of the rare days when our celestial requests have been answered with a 4-5 inch fall overnight covering the dingy ground that my yard became this autumn.
The snow birds and bluebirds stick out of the feeders knocking off snow so they can have a breakfast snack. They are more active than normal as they vibrate their bodies as would an avian snow blower. It is early and the snow is still falling so that their tracks get covered soon after they leave the ground pecking for fallen seeds.
Only the maples are out of place as they continue to hold onto their leaves, which are now covered with a thick, fluffy coating of snow. Unlike the dogwoods, viburnum, and birches who’s branches show off an outline of white, the Japanese maples have big clumps of snow on them as their branches refuse to drop their leaves.
I think back a few years of Snowtober when we received a freak snow fall of 18 inches when all the leaves were still on the trees causing us to lose power for a week. No chance of that happening now, but the fear is in the back of my mind.
The sun has emerged and the wind has yet to pick up. It is time to leave the side of the fire, Juana, my cup of coffee and start to shovel.
