Back at home in SC, this picture from yesterday, travel day, seems like a dream.
A bad dream. But the holiday trip to the Midwest was the finest of bad dreams. The snow and ice we experienced was like this: beautiful, untouched and viewed from inside our car which was going at normal speed. What I most love about snow is how it reveals the forest floor, which one can never see in the summer. Ice defines the lines of the branches of deciduous trees, snow fills out the big shapes of the evergreens, and traces the forest floor. Defined by snow and ice, the whole forest makes a fantasy-like sense. In the summer, the woods are deep and spongy like one alive but unreadable shape.
We all know about last winter. Here in SC, where we live with the most marginal of heat sources (gas log, occasional space heater) it was all so marvelous. We could be outside all winter. Making soup in the kitchen was enough to get warm (having lived without real heat for 7-8?? years, I now understand about making soup, washing dishes just after dinner [think 1945]; it makes so much warm sense). Eating soup was enough to get warm.
Contrast this picture above with the Midwestern winter; they were taken the same day. My daughter’s two horses have a visit with the mother and grandmother of one. They have warm sunshine and grass to eat. Nice little vacation for two horses from Virginia.
Yesterday was Garrett’s sixteenth birthday, and we planted this little magnolia in celebration of that. We have so many trees that stay green all winter here.
It is also warm enough to finish the construction of our third tee-pee which protects certain bushes and trees from the deer. I feel so lucky to have so much cedar, dead and alive, on our acreage. It is beautiful and can do so many jobs.
This winter is not over of course, but here we are not seeing much difference from the moderation of last winter.