We have entered the bi-polar phase of late winter: fluctuating between the manic joy of encountering signs of spring (yesterday’s blog post) and then the decline into another depressive snow storm, less than 24 hours later.
I saw a picture circulating on Facebook today that showed a little snowman on his back with half a dozen knives stuck in its body and the words “Die, Winter, Die” written underneath. It made me chuckle but I also felt sad. It’s not the snowman’s fault. Still, when cabin fever sets in, anything and anybody can become the target of our crabbiness.
Fortunately, the snow stopped in the afternoon and we were able to go for a little drive. The main roads were not in good condition – snow packed on the surface with black ice underneath. But the sun was shining again and bits of blue sky cheered up the winter-weary soul.
This group of Canada Geese, probably on their way up North, rested and cavorted in a small pond (Click on any image to enlarge).
Interesting patterns in the snow were made even more dramatic by the low angle of the setting sun:
The sudden, steep drop in temperature over the last 24 hours made the river steam as it gave up the little warmth it had stored to the advancing Ice Queen of the Night:
The sheep, as usual, kept on grazing, pawing the snow to get to the grasses underneath:
As the sun dropped lower and lower, her light drizzled a warm pinkish glow over the grasses, trees and hills:
In another day or two, this snowstorm will be history and the entire county is preparing for the first of two weekends of Maple Festival. More about that later…