Join me this month as I write a slice of my life each day this March and join many others sharing slices at twowritingteachers.com. My students will also be slicing this month and you can find links to their daily blogs HERE.
This morning, the world was covered by an inch or two of heavy wet snow. It was the type of snow that pelted down, just a little slower than rain, sticking to everything it touched. The rain that preceded it, had disturbed my sleeping, three-year-old daughter, tapping against the windows and noisily gurgling down the downspout outside the wall of her room. This led to a night of many awakenings and eventually her climbing into bed with us around 3AM and keeping us awake with her sleeping calisthenics. We greeted the new day bleary-eyed and groggy.
Looking outside the bedroom window, through heavy eyelids, was magical. Each stick and limb of the sugar maple in the front yard, was encased in a layer of white. Our neighbor's pine tree was frosted, boughs slightly drooping, green needles poking through the layer of snow. The blue sky promised a day that would melt the snow from the sidewalk with no need for shoveling. The crocuses in the front yard, only just emerged two days ago, were buried. They wait for the sun to rise, over the houses across the street, to herald spring again!
I think this post could be remade into a poem, but I don't have time to do that and post for today. Cheers!
Snowy Branches photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/calliope/6452908/">Muffet</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/">cc</a>
Crocus photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beautifulcataya/4451338409/">beautifulcataya</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/">cc</a>