Sunday, January 12 2020
Here’s a photo from yesterday’s early morning walk with my trio of horses. This street begins our quarter-mile trek toward a neighbor’s pasture. Yesterday, navigating through snow for the first time, happily the critters behaved.
I have a new policy of paying attention to Weather Channel predictions. This morning, it warns us to expect rain and snow. This afternoon, it adds high winds and gusts to 40 mph. Through the week, it expects this weather pattern to continue.
Winter is arriving quickly, and as in some years, perhaps furiously. Meanwhile, yesterday morning’s brief snow left a transforming layer that made this area seem a beautiful holiday card.
After released to pasture, the horses kicked aside snow. With noses plunged deeply into frozen grasses, they sought underlying and more palatable bites.
Leaving the horses to their quests but before starting home, I paused to absorb the quietly-magical surroundings. Like a trip backwards in time, a snow covering erases modernity. This snow transformed western artifacts, that our host collects and sets-around strategically, and made them seem more relevant.
I began walking home after waving a final goodbye to the horses.
I couldn’t resist photographing previously-captured scenes. This snow endowed the common with special qualities.
Highlighted details compelled from all sides of my pathway. I stopped to stare, absorb, and let imagination loose.
And simply, enjoyed.
As predicted, new snow is beginning to fall. Today, I’m scheduled to work and will keep the horses home. If there’s a large downfall, that open pasture hasn’t a shelter.
Dear Friends: Even with snow this mild winter feels less cold than usual. Diana