And then there was snow…


We had two days of snow. Beautiful snow. It started coming down as I was headed for bed Thursday evening.


Friday morning I awoke to 2 inches of fluffy, bright white powder blanketing our neighborhood.


I love the snow. It touches the child in me, reminding me of the wonder surrounding us in this mysterious world we live in.


Everything slows down into the rhythm of real time, not the sped up impression of time that our society and technology would have us believe is real.


Sound has a hushed, reverent quality about it. Our attention is drawn to the sound of creaking tree branches, the small thud of snow falling from cedar boughs.


I couldn’t wait to get out in it. I donned my coat, hat, gloves, and boots…then headed out to shovel pathways; to the studio, the mailbox, to the car.


There’s something about the simple act of shoveling snow. It’s best if you meet the snow when its fresh, before anyone has stepped on it, compacting the snow and making it harder to move.


Fresh, untouched snow moves easily with no expectation of where it is going, happy to land wherever the shovel places it; the scrunch, scrunch, scrunch of your footsteps grounding you along the way.


There’s the fresh snow and the compact snow…both are needed in order to shape your path.









After shoveling the snow I stand at the back door, close my eyes and feel the alive-ness of my body awakened by the physical activity.


Then I make myself some hot cocoa and go back outside to admire my handiwork.

Standing on the deck I am overwhelmed with the beauty of the snow, bright white…shining its light into the dark place I’ve been carrying around lately.

“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow cycles of nature, is a help” ~ May Sarton

Thanks so much for stopping by my friends.

Blessings to you all.


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12 Responses to And then there was snow…

  1. Karen Olson says:

    I love that quote Carol, and your fresh perspective on snow. One has to appreciate the beauty of it and the way it makes us slow way down. Oh, and I love the black and white snow photos, way cool!

  2. Jana says:

    Ah, lovely, lovely – just like my beautiful friend -JBV

  3. Each one is a Christmas card waiting to be made.

  4. Henrietta says:

    Loving your photography. I wish we had snow here, near Paris, France.

  5. Ann Davis says:

    Loving and embracing your beautiful story❤️️
    Thank you

  6. Dotti says:

    These are beautiful! You’re absolutely right about the quality of the atmosphere and sound when it’s snowing. It’s rather refreshing, isn’t it? And, oh! I’ll call you when we have some snow to shovel.

  7. Lynn says:

    Beautiful post Carol , I love how excited you are about the snow. Such wonder in your words!

  8. León says:

    Even though I now live in Maine and can become thoroughly sick of snow long before winter ends, I still get just this excited about the first few snowfalls each year. It’s magical the way everything is covered in a smooth blanket of pristine white. And the smell of it…just cold purity…impossible to describe.

  9. Dorry says:

    Oh Carol, these are beautiful images and thoughts you have shared with us. It seems as though you got twenty inches of inspiration out of just two inches of snow. Thank you so much for giving me a lovely start to my own day – frigid cold but no snow here in VA.

  10. Kelly says:

    I love love love your snow pics. I remember living in Japan and waking up to fresh snow and how quiet the world seemed to be. And the crunch under your feet of the virgin snow…you just can’t beat it!

  11. Sue Aurand says:

    I’m loving your perspective of the fresh snow. Living with the possibilities of snow here, on a frequent basis, still excites me. For the very reasons you’ve enjoyed yourself. I so enjoyed your garden pots all top dressed in white! Those sweet little hearts, gleefully hanging from your trellis, are just perfect!! 💕

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