The first snow of the season fell Thursday morning. For an hour big, wet flakes drifted down. They were comforting to watch as I made tofu that morning.
By early afternoon, the snow around our place was gone save for a few bits here and there. But just a few miles north the countryside stayed white all day.
If you need to check if you are still alive or not, walk barefoot in the snow. You’ll know you are very much alive if you do that.
The swans have settled into a winter of steady grazing. The nice thing about being a swan is that you can go just about anywhere you want without people becoming upset. “Private property – keep out” signs mean nothing to a swan.
I’ve come back to your blog after a short interlude where I forgot to check for your updates, and im glad I have. Its a treat every time and I’m grateful for this window into what seems like a lovely life.
Thank you. It’s a life I am forever grateful to enjoy.