“… ridged inch deep with pearl”

… . The snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. . Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl. . [James

“Every intricacy of twig…”

. There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very
hollows in snow.  It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every
blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance. [William Sharp] The earth is the Lord’s, and the fulness thereof; the

The Plot… er, the Snow, Thickens (There’s a Giveaway, too!)

Chilly west coasters are coping with the intrusion of an Arctic ridge of high pressure. It’s creating strong outflow winds and bringing frigid temperatures from the Interior of the province into our normally balmy south coast. As the front pushes towards the coast it’s meeting warmer Pacific onshore currents, producing… what else? More snow. Just

Whiteout! Navigating a Storm of Information

Six hours on the highway and what do I remember most about Sunday’s trip? The couple hours making our way through a near whiteout. Wind drove the snow horizontally at us, at times obliterating the scenery and obscuring the road. We crawled along until, with a swirl, the snow would be whipped thin and we

Windows on Winter

Windows on winter Sun-blessed discoveries On a chilly morn Wandering ‘coon tracks Across my back deck Pressed in powdered snow Glimpses of beauty Branches of white lace Tree spears stretching tall Evergreens shiver Showering snow flakes To capture lost warmth Fresh winter snowfall Fluffy white crystals Dusting winter’s day ~ What’s your writing day like? Can

Misplaced Effort… Oh, Bother!

To quote Pooh Bear, “Oh, bother! “ Has this ever happened to you? You get a bright and shiny idea for a new story, and want to dive right in, except there are a lot of other things you need to get out of the way first before you’ll be able to focus on the

Whispers of Winter

  Soft and silent snow Aftermath of windswept flakes Whispers of winter ~ Lonely autumn leaves Chilled by a crystal blanket Drop dying colours Wealth and honor come from you; you are the ruler of all things. In your hands are strength and power to exalt and give strength to all. Now, our God, we

Pre-Winter Blasts and Blusters

  We west coasters may be teased as wimps, but we’re accustomed to balmy rainforest-type conditions here. When temperatures take their first winter plunge we shiver and complain. This weekend blustery winds blew our first short lived snowfall into skiffs and drifts, and layered nearby mountains in a wardrobe of white. Most of the snow

It May Be Winter, But….

Sixteen degrees!* That was the temperature as we returned home to the Fraser Valley on Saturday from our eighteen days in the Okanagan and East Kootenay areas of BC. We drove 2,000 km and never once drove on snow. We did see snow, of course, but here at the coast the spring crops are already greening.

On the Cusp

Here we are, on the cusp of December, with Advent just under way and NaNoWriMo concluding. I’m pretty sure these three events have nothing in common except their timing, but each of them gives me reason to rejoice. December, not quite winter, no longer autumn – brings the chickadees and varied thrush rushing to chow