Wet snow and rain

The winds howled through the night and the snow kept falling as well as building up to ever greater heights. Then the rains and wet snow came creating a heavy mush difficult and weighty to move. I cleared the decks only so I could put out seeds for the squirrels that came despite the inclement weather. They are more punctual than the postal carriers. The quail came in droves running down the hill as if a pot of gold were waiting at the bottom.

Everything today is as if seen through a layer of gauze, the moisture thick and damp. It is a good day to work on my greeting cards. I look through my recent photographs and decide which parts I would like to reproduce in card form and what I choose to eliminate. Two are gray, two-toned ones that remind me of today, almost monochrome, taken from the back deck. One is of a sunset with the mountain, a black relief in front and green tree branches in the foreground. It is quite diverse from the previous pictures and offers more variety and dimension to God's country.

The air is crisp when I step out for a break and I add another layer of clothes to ward off the chill. Today's a good day also to concentrate on my correspondence with his family. There is a treasured feeling to the written word, a cheerful card arriving in the mail that electronic greetings cannot substitute for, although they do serve their purpose. I believe we put more thought into a written letter than an electronic one.

I have correspondence from my childhood and they can re-create memories of times gone past, resurrect a loved one as we trace an old signature and lovingly written words. Sometimes I come across a pressed flower inserted within, still recognizable as a pansy or a rose. I will try to make my words today meaningful to those who receive them and seal them with blessings and send them on wings of Angels so that they too will know they are loved.

The winds come up in the evening in a new frenzy of cold that cuts through to the core. Big white billowing clouds gather beyond the mountain and the haze is not quite so dense as before. Now at least I can see the houses behind me and the smoke rising from chimneys where neighbors gather to ward off the cold as do I.

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