Didn’t happen. All the hoopla of the talking weather heads amounted to just about nothing. Perhaps a 1/4 inch of snow, but nothing that was predicted for days. The anthology of Robert Frost remains unread, the can of Swiss Miss, unopened, and it was all a big disappointment.
However, the ‘storm’ left a coating of ice on the trees. No Tiffany’s could rival the beauty of these ‘first water’ diamonds! Looking into the sun, the trees are ablaze with glitter, Nature’s bling. Since the temperature is 22 degrees this morning and not expected to rise above 32 degrees, this spectacle should last until dusk, when the ‘black ice’ will form and treachery will begin in the night.
I saw two female cardinals at the feeder. They had their lipstick on this morning. I wondered where the fierce males were, and soon one appeared, dueling for bird seed with the Nuthatches. The cardinal females were a dull brown on top, but a brick red under their tails and wings. Subtle coloring but still beautiful, so different from the flash of blood-red of their mates.
Look! There is a cardinal,
red as blood and as cocky
as a Lord.
See his mate?
She is dull, but has her lipstick
on this morning.
from “A Seasoning of Lust”, second edition, 2016, Amazon Createspace’
It is too early for snow in the south. This prediction caught many of us still struggling with Xmas decorations and the aftermath of New Year.
I am hopeful we will get, once again, a chance to stare out at the street lights and watch for this most beautiful miracle; a blessing of Peace and Silence from the Cosmos.