Blue Ridge Beauty

I never tire of the views from this little house in rural Virginia.

And even now, after so many years and so many pictures, there are still moments when I feel compelled once again to try to capture the beauty of the Blue Ridge Mountains. 

The Blue Ridge is sometimes shrouded in mist or covered in snow, or blue against the sky, or blanketed in fog, and always stunning.

The snow was clearing a few days ago here in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.

And it was one of those days when I simply had to get one more picture.  

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Winter Rerun

It’s back!

Winter that is,

a Springtime ReRun.

Good Morning Virginia, March 21, 2018.

 

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Holiday Advisory

Great white flakes kept falling,

but our lights stayed on

and the roads remained clear.

It must be winter come calling

with her snowy advisory

for a merry time of year.

 

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Forgotten Winter Snow

Weekly Photo Challenge 

Pure

How quickly we forget the way the world transforms after a fresh snow.  This is a photo from my archives.  How strange and pure a Virginia wintry scene is from an air-conditioned room at the beginning of a long hot summer.

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The Right Kind of Snow

We had a snow storm yesterday and I was all prepared.  Water was stored in miscellaneous containers, candles at the ready, flashlights with fresh batteries, and the wood stack stacked in survival mode.

As it turned out, none of that was needed.  The snow fall was heavy at times and landed thick and threatening but never stuck to our gravel driveway and melted on the paving stones so you could get to our front door.

And today the sun arrived!  And we watched the fastest melt in history.

It was a the right kind of snow and a sweet farewell from winter -like a concession speech to Spring, the victor.

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Freedom and Other Weekly Pleasures

I know it’s only Wednesday – maybe too soon for Random Randoms, but this half of the week is special!

First, the snow came – and finally went.

And then we had a sweet doggy visitor overnight.

This pup now thinks we are Camp Pichu (Pichu is his name) and we are the solicitous counselors.  He fits right in and we love him.

And finally, my Big Foot (although still nominally big) can be sans the big ßoot for short periods of time.

In fact, my podiatrist says not to come back just to tell him things are looking good.  Things ARE looking good and  I’m done with the foot doctor! I must admit I will miss him, but he says to let pain be my guide now and  continue to wear the boot at my own discretion!

I am so happy even though it is raining “cats and dogs” outside.

I am delighted not only for freedom of life and limb (a bootless life and a painless limb), but for sweet visitors, and emerging grass for foraging deer,

And because I just learned my foot malady

is common and more commonly found in ATHLETES (not old ladies)!

And now I can say, “I must have contracted Bone Marrow Edema from extensive running in  marathons!”

Look closely and you may find me in this bunch!

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Notes on a Virginia Winter

It was a big snow and if the changed landscape wasn’t enough to remind me that it’s winter, well the bluejays and the little hungry birds at the feeder let me know in “no uncertain terms.”

Things are melting now, but there is still enough snow to make me marvel at an ordinary view that is still transformed with shadows punctuated by the rays of an emerging sun.

How beautiful winter can be.

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The Big Snow Story

 

Looks like we got about 18 inches of snow in my part of Virginia during the first big snow storm in 2016!

I am grateful that we did not lose power.

I tried to help clear the deck but my toes got wet and cold in the big boot for the Big Foot. The boot is more of a summer variety with open toes vulnerable to snowflakes (even when protected by a sock).

I did finally clear a path to the bird feeder though since the little sweethearts were in a frenzy for food.

Special appreciation to our friend, neighbor, and President of our neighborhood, Pete Holladay, who never fails to clear these back-country lanes during almost any snowstorm.  He came out twice this time to assure we can all get out if there is an emergency.   Thank you Pete!

And finally, “Ain’t snow grand?”

Being Florida born and bred, I still love the feeling of living in a magical white world!

 

 

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Tiny Visitors and Signs of Life

FEBRUARY PERSPECTIVES

 

Footprints

 

Alone in a Big White World

 

Taking Cover

 

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Is it SNOWING?

FEBRUARY PERSPECTIVES

It started snowing yesterday.  Our birdie visitors were incredulous.

Is this what I think it is? The Blue Jay on my deck is skeptical. Photo by Dor

 

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