Snow

I came to the Ranch today with Na Clann to run in the snow. More this year - about 8" in two days - then there has been in a few years. We had the weekend - a holiday for them (every day's a holiday for me now), so up we came.

As usual, the amount of time spent in the snow is drastically less than what they anticipate - wet and cold and rain are parts that you can talk to them about, but they never really understand it until they're out in it. Still, they ran and played and sledded and ate snow and had a generally good time.

I write from in the computer room now: looking out the window, the upper meadow and barn are still surrounded by a field of white as the trees blow in the winter storm winds. The house is warm though from the wood stove: I'm with Gene Logsdon that only the heat from wood really warms you up.

The green pine trees look dark against the white snow and grey sky, darker than they usually appear without snow - it's interesting how the contrast in colors makes some more vivid.

And as always with snow there is a peace, a tranquility, a sense of muffled quiet, that seems to transcend the physical nature of the snow itself.