Snowfall

It snowed last night. Not the wimpy almost an inch that would blanket the valley floor in Medford OR, but honest to goodness show. Large, dry snowflakes fell in silence, deep and white, for several hours while we slept.

Morning brought scattered light and the realization there was over three inches of the powdery white stuff blanketing our yard. The cat was unsure of what to make of it, but went outside anyway; she returned in short order, shaking one wet paw at a time. The chickens have decided there are no worms today, so they don't feel obligated to be early birds, but instead remain homebodies in the coop, warmed by the heat lamp.

The skiers and boarders will be happy, as the Mt. Baker Ski Area will open today, with 8 inches of snow in the last 24 hours. Here in the lower lands, there are no large drifts, no snow plows, no need to shovel the walk. It's enough for making snow angels, snowmen (and women) and snowballs, which is enough for me.

Snow, fresh and clean, the exhalation of the Arctic gods.