It Snowed on Sunday

In the afternoon of a really freezing day in the last throes of a long, dark, dreary, windy and rainy winter, we finally had a late snowstorm. As I worried about the tiny lambs on the hillside in front of our cottage, I took some quick photos of the snow coming down silently. And within minutes everyone outside ran for cover against trees and under bushes or next to buildings. It just kept coming and eventually, right before dusk, I began taking the best photographic images of the covering that toned us down as it fell monochromatically in most places. Everything seemed to slow down at that point. Time just stopped along with the snow flurries. All was still and oddly peaceful and that lasted all night long.

But we had to go out for an appointment in town the next morning. The first car we tried to take was frozen shut. So, we took the other car, which made me happy since that one Is much nicer inside with more comfortable leather bucket seats and a seat warmer. Somehow, I managed in my suit of many layers to ambulate to the car and get in, even though I had on several outfits over each other. I guess I looked prepared for the onslaught of more snow but that never materialized, although dressed like a snowman/woman probably made me stand out in a crowd, quite literally. But since I don’t particularly relish freezing to death, I didn’t actually give a hoot how I looked to strangers. I was warm and cozy in my meatloaf casserole clothing ensemble.

The images shown will be the first ones just after the snowfall before darkness fell. They will be followed by the ones from the morning on the way out of here and the ones on our trip going out and coming back. If I’ve suffered from sensory deprivation as my garden went into dormancy as an unkempt and sodden mess, then these pictures will prove that good things are worth waiting for in the end.