Snow at the little white cottage

We’ve been under a most persistent temperature inversion around here, and our precious dear glorious sun hasn’t come out in an entire week.  A deep gray veil covers our little world, and wherever you go gloom follows, and it is super cold and dispiriting and the ‘hibernating’ hormones are shifting, and you feel drowsy-sleepy most of the day as cold air remains trapped down at the valley floor and daytime darkness tells your brain to sleep.  I am a sun child and are terribly missing the bright golden sun of the south.

The strangest of all things is, that although we haven’t had our first snow of the season yet, down in the southern hemisphere where the little white cottage rests it had been snowing… I cannot express well enough how very blissfully exultant I was last Friday when we got these photographs… just don’t have words enough!

…and as usual, as it always is, soon the sun will come out again and no matter how cold how gloomy or frosty it may be, it will appear melting gloom and sadness away, kissing your soul with mirth and blessings, as it places warm kisses on the snow-white womb of the land…  because, that's how it is in the South...

Our dear realtor, the beautiful Mary Alice was so graceful and mindful to have gone by the little white cottage just to take these pics for us.  What a treasure they are to me!  Oh how my soul went running back—over the mountains, over distance and logic and silently walked around the little white cottage, taking in the freshness and purity of snow, the silence brought by it, the gentle flapping of wings as birds crossed skies that were too bright, too damped above iced-covered roses, and the murmur of thrashers searching for food in the quieted woods… oh the woods, dark and silent and mystifying my soul as it always had, and down towards the house the pond covered in snow; light reflecting the tall windows on the water; a trembling vision of past days, and a humble, bucolic past that will always live within my soul…