One would expect Minnesotans to be somewhat jaded and indifferent to news of a fresh layer of snow in December. However, after a winter last year that was brown and gray for much of the season, and a November this year that left us with only a few inches for a brief period of time, many of us went to sleep last night hoping the weather forecast was accurate in predicting that when we opened the shades the next morning, we would be greeted with a winter wonderland of white!
In reading posts today from other Minnesotans whose blogs I follow (Northern Narratives, thirdeyemom), I see that I was not alone in wanting to share Mother Nature’s overnight costume change! The winter weather gods had painted each branch, stem and late-hanging leaf with a delicate detail brush! Something about waking to freshly fallen snow, coating each surface so gracefully, brings out a sense of awe-filled excitement, just as a child has when waking to learn the world has been blanketed in white while he slept.
Of course, that excited child did not have to drive a car in the white, slippery stuff . . . wondering if the wheels would catch and stop the car before it slowly slid into the curb of the opposite side of the intersection, despite cautious speeds, four-wheel drive, traction control and every other bell and whistle of automobile manufacturing technology. Thankfully, our required driving today was not extensive, and when not sliding slowly down unplowed inclines on the city streets, one could almost enjoy the fresh and pretty views!
This family’s day was one of homework, household tasks, office work, as well as breaks to unpack favorite Christmas decor to scatter about the house, while my husband put together a pot of chili which filled the house with the aroma of comfort food. Outside, the chickadees, nuthatches and sparrows kept busy, as well – a constant parade of visitors at the feeder. Had hoped to see the neighborhood cardinal pair, looking for that flash of red against the pure white snow, but they were elusive today.
No deep thoughts, no humorous anecdotes . . . just sharing a few of the common sights of the fresh December snow in Northern Minnesota.
Ciao! ~ Kat