Tuesday, January 26, 2016


It's the unexpected that often unravels your sense of quiet and well-being. But sometimes, it does just the opposite.

No one talked of snow -- at least not in any amount that would transform our frozen splotchy landscape. And so waking up to the unexpected -- several inches of gentle loveliness is wonderful indeed.

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I let the cheepers out and pause to admire the farmette trees...

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How could something so plain as white snow be so pretty?

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Of course, it comes with its own headaches -- an iced over car, slushy streets in the city -- but I'll take those, just for that walk outside, or the glance out the kitchen window at breakfast.

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But not too long of a glance. I'm with Snowdrop early today.

She wakes up to a great mood and we fly through the morning rituals. Here she is, bathed and dressed, running around with music sticks, just because.

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Impishly showing off that she knows darn well what a tongue is.

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Having a wild hair day?

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Nothing a hair clip can't fix. This is one of her favorite books. I think she thinks one of the girls pictured therein is her.

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Still, I can't resist the snow. I bundle her up and out we go. She's tentative. And that mitten! Where did you lose it, Snowdrop?

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Well, never mind. We're not out for long. Just enough to take those steps in the snow.


Back to the puzzles of home.

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And the satisfaction of getting something to work.

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And so the hours, like the flakes outside, fly in unexpected directions, most often with beautiful results.

My evening is a bit unusual, in that I join Ed for a semi techi-work dinner for out of town Tormach visitors. Importantly, the restaurant served a special of Bouillabaisse. I don't say no to a good bowl of Bouillabaisse.

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  1. I'm cheating...I'm up in the middle of the night and decide to read your Wednesday post instead of with my morning coffee. Then I remembered to tell you how much I love that first photograph on Tuesday. Are those snow covered thistles in the foreground?

    1. Thank you, Donna. It's actually a Monarda -- it looks great after a delicate snowfall. That and spent hydrangea blooms. Of course, the snow has long blown off and now it all looks brown again, but for a while, it was delightful!


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