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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), and several Kindle ebooks.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Winter Wonderland

With temperatures in the 70s last weekend, we were beginning to wonder if winter would come. Finally, following a couple days of very heavy and much needed rain, it did. Most of Thursday, a hard rain fell, and the cats wondered when it would stop so they could go out.


Late Thursday afternoon, the rain turned to sleet, then snow. By nightfall, big flakes were coming down heavy. When I went out to feed this morning, I saw about three inches of snow on the deck rail.


Limbs and lawn furniture were encrusted in white. All around was a winter wonderland.


The sun was just coming up.


On the down side, several of our big pines lost limbs, and our road was a sheet of ice.


I was a little surprised that we didn't lose more limbs than we did.


Snow atop the holly tree looked like the face of Old Man Winter.


High in the mulberry tree sat a cardinal wondering when he'd get his turn at the bird feeder.


As the sun rose higher, more and more birds came to the feeders which hang from the pergola.


Chloe stalked the birds, but they're always too quick for her.


Big chunks of snow were left from the road scraping. I was surprised to find the newspaper in the box. I wondered how it was delivered during the snowstorm.


George followed me to get the paper. He mostly walked in my footprints.


On the return to the house, he blazed his own path. This is his first snow. He must have wondered what it was.


Old dog Emma enjoyed rolling in the snow and resting in the sun.


Melody rolled in the snow, too.


The she contemplated how her world had changed so much and wondered where the grass went.


Meanwhile, in the kennel, Maggie kept her eye on everything.


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