All About Beautiful Snow - An Email to My Family.

December 31, 2012. 

 

Hello, folks, and Happy New Year! This broadcast is coming to you from central New York state in a suburb just north of Syracuse. The subject is Snowstorm Freyr which arrived earlier this week.

It is still snowing, sometimes large fluffy flakes which I like, sometimes fine snowflakes -- of which there seems to be no end, and sometimes the snowflakes are coming down at an angle, sometimes just gently falling straight down. There are no sparkly-like-diamonds snowflakes today, because the overcast sky is hiding the sun.

The snow keeps building up on the backyard patio and deck, and the posts of the deck railing are looking so handsome with their white caps.

No one is disturbing the snow on the railing, or the deck, or the barbecue grill, and the two or three steps from the kitchen sliding door down to the deck are so odd-looking with their big humps of snow looking like curvy mountains.

Even the weather-beaten bird houses have snowy tops. I am so glad that the wind isn't blowing the snow off the bird houses, nor the railings, nor the huge deciduous and coniferous trees. The deciduous trees have enormous bare limbs, branches, and twigs, making them so interesting to study. I keep walking to the sliding doors to see the huge back yard with all of its snowy delights.

The coniferous trees are so very tall, and big, and the snow is making them so lovely to see. There are several of these trees in the neighboring back yards. The designs made by clumps of snow on those needle-y branches and twigs sometimes look like miniature mountain ranges with interesting foot hills.

I am deliriously happy to be visiting here. Now do you understand why I love snowy winters?

I'll see you at the Corner Post...

Visiting for Three Weeks in North Syracuse.

After living most of my life with snowy winters, I spent a few years in sunny climes. I began to miss the beauty of autumn leaves losing their green and turning into magnificent colors, and the first snowfall coming thereafter.

As each year went by, I missed seeing snow on the ground, drifts of snow after the wind displaced the fallen snow, and the swirling snowflakes of a blizzard.

This year I was lucky to spend three weeks with one of my daughters in North Syracuse. The weather hadn't been wintry for them in the north, and they were a little disappointed about the possibility of not having a White Christmas.

The year I went to Pasadena I had somehow caused it to hail, which was a very unusual happening. Then the time I went to Memphis, I brought some snow, which was very surprising to the residents. They even made a snowman with the snow that happened to come with me. So it wasn't surprising when I brought some lovely snowstorms to North Syracuse.

There was most certainly a White Christmas, with plenty of snow that made central New York state as white as could be. What a thrill that was for me! At last I could see the first snowfall, and I would ooh and aah as I hurried to the window to admire it.

The trees soon were laden with so much snow that the branches would bend a little. Every limb and every twig had a dressing of white. Roof tops began to be covered with a foot of snow, as well as front lawns and back yards were buried under a foot of snow. Fences were topped with that white stuff that I like so much.

Even birdhouses had their little roofs topped with snow, making a whimsical picture. I clicked my camera at so many beautiful sights.

The way the snow fell was quite interesting, too. Sometimes it would float down softly and slowly, sometimes fast and furiously, depending on the wind. At times the snowfall would be vertical, sometimes almost horizontal, depending of course on the speed of the wind.

I shall tell you some more of my love for snow, another day. When you go out tomorrow, don't forget your boots. The snow is rather deep...

I'll see you at the Corner Post...

WALK ??? ... WALK !!!!!!!!!

December 13, 2012.

I have noticed some hinderments ... I mean to say, behinderments that are unfavorable. It seems, not to my pleasant knowledge, but to my unknowing and disappointing realizations, that sometimes irreversible habits that increase any former measurements are appearing backstage again. 

Any palatable pleasurableness like baking your own luscious cookies and taste-testing, is being forced into a hiatus. But one of the aids in returning to former measurements is an activity named 'walk'. Therefore, I coaxed myself into trying this 'walk' activity, and today was the best for a beginning (again). The sky is absolutely devoid of any sort of cloud, mist, or vapor, and it was absolutely astounding to see such a gorgeous, clear, sunny, calm and AZURE hue. 

The temperature was perfect, with my gloves, and head scarf (babushka), and sweat jacket, to my pleasure and joy. It was necessary, though, to stop now and then to take a deep breath and stand still for several seconds. While doing that, I admired some Christmas decorations at various homes, and two mailboxes that had at their feet and posts such gorgeous flowers. 

Once in a while I just stopped, and admired that most beautiful sky. Not even a jet stream, or vapor, or even an airplane did I see or hear. True countryside pleasure on a little neighborhood street. Is this causing you 'green-eyed' distress? Forgive me... 

Going back to work on my big project now.

I'll see you at the Corner Post ...