All notions of a White Christmas had vanished yesterday morning.
But then this happened.
Elliot’s parting shot.
What a temperamental storm that was.
“Hanging on for dear life, missus!”
Birds showed up for food despite the vicious wind.
It dropped completely, from time to time, but I could see clouds scudding across the sky and those calm intervals were punctuated with violent gusts that rattled the house like a savage beast.
Incredibly, our power outage was short-lived.
Overnight the temperature plunged and when I rose this morning it was reading 6 F / -14C.
By the time I came in from filling seed trays, my fingers were really hurting. In the past I’ve been able to take a few photographs in spite of sore fingers but today would have been impossible.
Strangely though, the rest of me didn’t feel all that cold.
Not that I loitered long outside!
Definitely not loitering weather.
Instead I found some indoor photographic opportunities.
Condensation on the kitchen windows lit up by the rising Sun.
It’s not hard to find a subject if you look.
The view from a back window drew me outside again.
Piling back on my polar gear, I grabbed the camera and trudged out to the old wall.
It only amounted to 3 or 4 inches, but for someone who has trouble walking in ideal conditions, it was a slight route march.
Besides, I enjoy communing with my tree.
Trees, plural. I appreciate them all.
And I believe in telling them so.
On the way past, I stopped to give encouragement to the Lilac and a Chickadee allowed me a photograph.
The bush is covered in tiny buds, bursting in hope for the coming Spring.
It may not seem like it, but it’s actually only weeks away now.
Let’s hope we don’t have a series of false starts, as sometimes happen.
False starts make for confusion!
Wherever you are and whatever you celebrate
Especially to many who are unwell or dealing with difficult situations.
My thoughts go particularly to you, this time of year.