Warm and Fuzzy

When I went out to do chores at 4:30 this morning, the air smelled fresh and clean. A smell that no dryer sheet, candle, or spray could ever replicate. It’s our first snow of the season. About 2 inches fell and light snow is still falling. It feels like perfection in its beauty draped and layered on the branches of the trees, and covering that last bit of un-mown grass. Grasses I worried about, but now I see without them, the picture would not have been the same. Perfect.

Savoring the sensation before I continue my trek to the barn, I stand on the deck, admired the beauty. I look down at my boots, and watch the snow wrap around them. I think how odd something so cold quickly creates a blanket to whom or what ever enters. It will almost be a shame to shovel it away.

I giggle at the dogs because, like kids, or sometimes like me, when I’m feeling like a kid, can’t contain themselves. They need to run and frolic in the snow. Their growls of play and romping echo through the dark morning. Similar to children, their growls and barks are like laughter that comes with a first snow. I feel a type of renewal or assurance, something grander than all of us is at work.

Herbs & Things little home looks content in its corner of the world surround by its own blanket of white. Its clear lights illuminate and reflect a peaceful feeling, making me aware we must be close to something divine.

I am the type of person that wonders about these things frequently. Does the wonderment ever go away—no not really. That’s ok, actually it’s perfect, because, for now I don’t need answers to my wondering or inquiring mind. I am enjoying the beauty in the moment of a Snowflake Miracle, where one at a time, made a difference in my morning.

I am back in the house, and the dogs are barking at a strange sound. It rumbles, roars, and makes the house shiver. I get up and look out the window to see what it is. How silly of me, not recognizing the sound. It’s a 54 year familiar sound, that happens every year around the same time. I am quickly reminded of what I hadn’t thought about in a while, as the lights flash, come in the house, bounce off the walls and impishly go back out and play on the snows. The lights, joined with sparks that fly when metal hits asphalt creates a different kind of beauty than the snows, a phenomenon that will part of our every day for a while. Thank goodness for the snowplows.