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A warm rain has melted at least a foot of snow, glazed the road to our cottage with ice, and given rise to a heavy mist winding through the woods. The break from frigid weather is a blessing—but even the miniature snow sculptures on the porch are melting!
Lady of the Mists
As the temperature wavers between 5˚F and -5˚F, a fire roars in my wood stove from well before dawn until long after stars have splashed across the sky. Even Rufus, my tough little West Highland White Terrier who’s usually chasing voles in the garden or flushing owls from the woods, prefers toasting his paws on the hearth.
Rufus
Whether our neighbors are warm or cold depends on us.
Darkness is coming early up here on the mountain. A few sparkling white lights nestled in the hemlock help us celebrate its beauty—and the delicate strength of the resilient little pea tree beside it. Double-click on the photo to see the pea tree’s graceful drape.
a celebration of light
The dawn is quiet. The snow has stopped, the wind has stilled, and the deer are still gathered in their pine-sheltered yard downslope. The fox is in her den under the boulder. The bears–four, at last count–are hibernating up in the rocks. And the birds, which sleep in the tall pine trees overhead, haven’t yet shaken out their feathers, flown to my feeders, and taken their seeds to the lilac bush where they like to breakfast and talk with their neighbors. The deep silence is a blessing.
The lilac bush at dawn
She nuzzled every gift, sniffed every bone, pounced on every ball, discovered every wayward cookie crumb. Then, exhausted by our Christmas celebration, The Princess Bulldog curled up in front of the fire, head on my Mudluks, and fell fast asleep.
Too much Christmas
