Friday, January 19, 2007
More White Stuff
Old Man Winter has decided to shake the frost out of his beard and declare his season has arrived in Michigan. Brandy is delighted tracking back and forth across the yard and then returning to investigate who made those tracks while the momma stands waiting for her. A walk down to the mailbox is like watching a drunk stagger with two steps forward and 10 or 12 sideways until we reach the road. I have to admit that I would never get out in the snow as much as I do if I didn’t have this dog. I’m sure this is good for me if I don’t catch pneumonia doing it.
Later this afternoon and it is still coming down. Earlier large flakes softly filling the air like feathers. Now they are smaller, blowing types that expel the feeling of magic and make you realize that this old man is serious about his job. I’m really glad that I don’t have to go anywhere today because as I’ve said before as I age I get more cautious. I have to wonder if the ‘Snowbirds’ that make the southern trip every year don’t have the right idea. Then I remember that I couldn’t survive without the snow, it’s beauty and it’s temperatures in winter . As my Mom used to say you never miss what you never had!
