I awoke this morning to snow falling outside. So, after getting ready for the day, I took my camera and my dog for a walk. There was just a light dusting of snow with more falling. The air was brisk but the wind took the mist of my breath away before it could form. The snow stuck to the grassy and dirt areas but not to the sidewalk. Walking was easy, not slick at all, which is important to me since I tend to fall often and well. This year hasn’t been too bad when it comes to falling. Some years are really bad for falling. One year, and I forget which one, I fell so many times that my family talked about special shoes or other things to keep me from falling. I was sure once or twice that had broken my ankle or something, and since I don’t feel pain, I could have without realizing. Well, not really, without feeling pain, I would feel the bone give, break. I’ve dislocated my knee before and felt the bones move. It’s an odd feeling. I knew it should hurt, but it didn’t hurt at all. Not feeling pain is scary. I’ve gotten hurt before without realizing it. Burns, cuts, scraps, bruises, happened without notice. My family rightfully worries about me. I do as well.
I walked toward my greenhouse and noticed that the dirt area near the new garage. I took a photo of the grass and the dirt area before taking a photo of the snow on top of my greenhouse. The plants inside drooped with the night’s cold, but once the sun comes out, whenever it comes out, they’ll perk back up again. Most of the plants in there are hardy down to fifteen degrees. Some are hardy as long as frost doesn’t touch them, or so it seems. I’ve had such a hard time with rosemary overwintering outside up here on this mountain. I have one in my greenhouse for its second winter. So far, it’s doing very well. It had flowers on it just a few days ago. Beside the rosemary, sits a heather plant. It also has flowers on it. Maybe the heat of the greenhouse confused them. I hope the flowers don’t make them more vulnerable to the cold.
I walked past the greenhouse without opening the door. The chicken coop was the next thing I wanted to check on. The chickens were all inside the coop, which kept them out of the cold and weather. The coop is not heated so they aren’t exactly warm, but they aren’t freezing. I worry about some of them. They were injured by a raccoon who removed many feathers from their tails and necks. The black one looks especially scrawny. I hope the others are helping her stay warm.
Trees all around my home offer their protection from the wind, but because of the size of the open area, their protection is limited. Still, they wave good morning to me as Thor walked toward them and into the woods. I take photos of him and the trees and the path to the woods. He’s on his way to the creek. He loves to play in the water, and he loves to drink the water. It amazes me that he doesn’t feel the biting cold of the water on days like this. Maybe he just doesn’t care that the water’s so cold. Maybe all he sees is,….WATER!
I turn around to go back inside. Over my home, I see the smoke coming out of the woodstove. I love going into a toasty warm house after being out in the cold. On top of the woodstove, there’s a tea kettle that will be nice and hot by now, so I’ll make hot chocolate once I go inside. Too bad I don’t have marshmallows. I love to watch them melt on top of the chocolate and stick to the inside of the mug and wrapping my hands around the cup. I take photos of the smoke rising from the chimney in front of the trees and disappearing into the wind.
Once inside, the cats meow for attention or food, usually it’s neither, but they’re cats so who knows. Salem, the black cat, fuzzes around my ankles. Callie runs up the hall rather than take the risk that she might actually get petted, which she might actually like and that would scare her more than anything else. Puff lies near the woodstove purring contentedly. Warmth and her person and safety and more.