Let’s talk about the ecstasy first, shall we?
Often a special moment arrives each March. Since the snow melt started a couple of weeks ago we’ve been sinking in. You walk to the shed and your boot sinks in over ten inches. You pull your boot out and the other boot drops thirteen inches.
You slog, you slip, you falter, you fall. You may even curse. It’s not very fun to navigate in the melting snow.
But then arrives that special magical incredible awesome day… (It arrived yesterday in our neck of the woods.)
Yes, some of you know what happens when the temperatures rapidly drop below freezing. The snow magically hardens and just like Jesus was able to walk on water–we snow-dwellers can walk atop snow without sinking in!
Oh, it’s a happy day!
You can. Walk. In. Any. Direction.
You are literally FREE!
(I know you snowshoers and skiers are shaking your heads because you’ve been free all along and are pitying us boot-walkers.)
Some winters, of late, I’ve been too lazy to enjoy the March walk-on-snow-freeze. But not this year! I ran outside this morning into windy 13F (-10C) temps just to show you the delight and amazement of walking on snow.
See the above photo? These rotting stumps always remind me of Mesa Verde cliff dwelling homes for some reason. Has anyone else imagined this before?
The woods unfurl its mysteries everywhere. Bird tracks, deer tracks, maybe even coyote or wolf tracks. The above photo looked like coyote tracks, but the camera refused to cooperate and affirm.
I paused in cavorting to look back at our house. Noticed our firewood in the shed. We still have plenty to make it through this winter. More than enough. It will soon be time to start splitting next year’s firewood.
Now it’s time to talk about the perils of walking on snow.
I am going to show you something a bit embarrassing. Okay, it’s way embarrassing.
I showed it to the kids earlier this week, but never imagined the Universe would insist you see it, too.
Remember how challenging it is to walk on snow–especially when it’s melting?
I was happily photographing frozen raindrops on branches Wednesday. Trying to capture the beauty. Not succeeding as well as hoped, but giving it the old college try.
When suddenly–I slipped in the snow and fell.
What happened was so funny. The camera actually WENT OFF and snapped a photo of me as I fell. (The camera turned itself into selfie-mode as I fell upon it, no kiddin’, can you believe this HAPPENED?)
I know, I know, some of you are tired of snow. Some of us snow-dwellers are, too. But this is our life. For now.
Hoping everyone stays on our feet this week–or at least can enjoy a laugh when and if we fall. (And it goes without saying—may we not hurt ourselves.)