It was well below freezing last night, and we woke up this morning to about 2 inches of lovely fluffy snow! I was so excited, I layered on my warmest clothes and went walking.
The sun was not quite up yet, so at first everything was lit romantically, like a candle light dinner. Our little front patio, lit only by the walkway lights, looked spooky and beautiful.
Even though the school district had called a Snow Day, people still had to get to work, so there was some traffic out. The tires were so loud on the roads! Everything in the neighborhood looked special and magical, even the regular roads and hand rails on steps.
Of course I walked to Laurelhurst Park, to see what the snow had done to make this beautiful place even prettier. The long ravine, with its old fashioned street lamps and ancient trees, always looks like it is just half a block from Narnia.
Every single branch, twig and leaf was decorated with soft, light snow. I wanted to keep walking and looking, but two things happened at the same time. My phone’s batteries gave out, and I realized that my fingers were not just cold, but aching. After almost an hour in below freezing temperatures, my body and my electronics were complaining. I took the hint.
But on the way home, I saw something that stopped me and made me nudge my phone one more time: This brave rose, not only blooming, but supporting a half-cup of snow. Way to go, Rose.