Yesterday's snow certainly "freshened" the landscape. The new snow makes it obvious that the squirrels haven't yet been at the bird feeder in front of the house, but what looks like a couple or three whitetails checked the pear tree behind the house during the night.
Winter deer tracks under pear tree
Photo by J. Harrington
The combination of fresh snow, blue skies and sunshine reminds me of the Minnesota winters I used to know. The Winter Misery Index, I think, should be adjusted to include the number of cloudy days. I admit we don't have to shovel cloudiness, but neither does it help my normally sunny(?) disposition. At the moment, the wind seems to have died down and the sun is shining. Time for me to go blow last night's snow out of the driveway before it gets all driven over and packed down. Here's a reminder of how cheery our Winter woods can look when the sun is shining.
Sun-dappled Winter woods
Photo by J. Harrington
The Double Leash
Blizzard to lilac. Dandelionto leaf. Endlessvariation of seasons I note
in passing, smellsI cannot smell: rottinggardens, feces, musk of cat.These two
run in front of me, goldenshoulder to patchwork, headslifted or lowered into
scent, tongues lolling. Earsdamp with their ownspittle and each other's
tell me, tethered a pace behind,their journey's epic: tippingforward to the familiar orstranger's distant yap; angling
to my breathing, whisperedpraise, my slightestsuggestion.
Ignored.The shepherdthrows herself into
any whirring wheel, to herdthe neighbor's tractor mower orthe UPS truck's packetshome; pulling her back,
the golden's obliviousballast, instinct headingalways for the gutter's
deepest puddle, her own waywithin the forked leash'sone-foot range. As we pass,
the clans set uptheir barking, as if wewere news, gathering center
of a congenial warningdin—mine answer withdisturbances of pace, an extra pullor lollop, grins thrown
slant-eyed over shouldersuntil one hears a callshe can't ignore, surrenders
to baying's ferociousjoy moving throughmuscle and bone. Movingstorm, storm's eye: happy
universes whirl in their skinsas I do in mine. Unknowable,their fate. Mediums betweenforeign principalities, they're tied
to me, to each other, by my will,by love; to that other realmby song, and tooth, and blood.
Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.