Author, Diana L. Guerrero shares the first storm with readers. Everything is covered in white. We are engulfed in a white fog AND snow is still falling. It has been two days straight. I love the snow...especially since I don't have to drive or be anywhere at the moment.
Shoveling the forty-four stairs and the parking pad is the only taxing effort. Why is it that the snowplow has to dump a mountain of ice where I just cleared? Never fails.
Yesterday the power was out and so where the phones. I managed to plug in the emergency line and was able to participate in a teleseminar.
The majority of the day was spent tending the fire, and clearing snow. I read a bit and attempted to distract myself but mostly shoveled. The snow is so deep that I am not motivated to hike around. (On my hillside it is hip deep.)
You readers know about my loss. I miss my dog Clyde the most during certain times--first snowfalls were his favorite. We would hike and play and he would attempt to help me during my shoveling efforts--except he always managed to dig so he threw the snow back into where I was clearing! It never ceases to amaze me when the waves of grief hit.
Today the only contrast to the white are a bit of green and brown glimpses of the trees and the gray of the water now present in the bay.
The lake is twenty-five feet down due to the draught. As I gazed out my window at the small pond forming (in what is now a meadow) I noticed a Great Blue Heron tucked at the edge of the snow encrusted edge. He was hunting. He slowly meandered down the thin stream stretching across, what once was part of the lake, but is now the flat meadow.
Both coyotes and birds have been silent. They will emerge again when the snow stops. Many critters use my stairs and walkway when the snow is this deep. It is amazing to glimpse a wild critter on my deck only a few feet away. A jay popped in to yell at me through the window but he is the only other bird I have sighted today.
Animals (coyotes, raccoons, etc,) like to survey the terrain from my perch--and hope to find a way to the meadow through the deep snow.
I'll write a bit today and participate in another teleseminar. Then it is off to the book club for a social interlude. Fortunately I only have to amble up the block and it won't require heavy shoveling!
