November 25, 2011

A Thanksgiving Snow

The snow began on Tuesday night and I woke up Wednesday to a world covered in white. It drifted down softly, in large and small flakes, throughout the morning. When I went outdoors to shovel a path, the air was cool but not frigid, the wind was still, the sky was covered with clouds, ten inches of snow had fallen; it was a beautiful day.

On Thanksgiving morning, snow still clung to every branch and remaining leaf, each dried fruit, their dark shapes creating a drama on a white stage.

The stems of the honeysuckle vine by the front door are encased in a glistening gift package of ice.

Annabelle, with her bronzed dried heads, bows to the weight of snow, her stems writing bright lines with weathered wood as backdrop.

A more delicate profusion of gathered lines, interrupted by dollops of soft snow, is formed by dried grasses at the side of the pond.

And in the vegetable garden, a few remaining leaves of kale, dressed for a ball with an elegant headdress of snow. The garden season is over: I've taken down the fence and left these last bits for the deer to eat. This morning, Friday, the tracks of several deer crisscross the field; stems are all that remain.


  1. This post reminds me of the poem that goes something like " over the river and through the woods to Grandfathers house we go.." I am glad yo uhad such a beautiful Thanksgiving day. We did too. Only not covered with snow we were covered with love of family and friends.

  2. Lisa, I know that poem as a song with "the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh..." I'm glad you had a nice Thanksgiving.
    Amy, this is nothing for Vermont; lots more to come.

  3. What is it about kale that is so engaging at so many levels? Lucky dear and good you to weave threads of changing eco system.

  4. I love how snow settles in and slows me... and the contrasts of lines and subtle autumn browns against the weathered wood and the billows of white, lovely.

  5. Valerianna, I too feel quieted and slowed by snowy weather. Last year I found out that falling snow actually dampens sound, so it really does quiet the world.
    and thanks for the nice comment on the photo.

  6. Julie, I'm happy to share, as long as it's after I've had my fill. It's good to co-exist with the wildlife, with boundaries.