We had some snow over the weekend. Most people curse this. I am not among them.
It’s normal and I’m happy. This is Alberta and it’s supposed to snow.
We need the moisture and plants need snow cover for insulation. The little forest animals have long since donned their white winter coats. Without snow they are white against a brown background and that makes hiding difficult. Predators have to eat. Having their quarry easier to see is good for them. The prey has a right to survive, though, and normal snow cover is necessary for them.
Good reasons aside I like living where seasonal changes are definite and obvious. I’m not satisfied to look at the calendar and read that it’s the latter part of January. I want to peer though a frosted window and see snow. I want to step outside during a deep, dark chill and smell the wood smoke from fireplaces and wood stoves. I want the cold, dry air to assault my lungs.
I’m happy to say this is all part of the new snowfall package.
Crystals sparkle in the moonlight in the back yard. It’s cold and crisp and the earth is covered with a fresh, insulating layer of white.
This is normal and natural and it’s the way it’s supposed to be.
For that I am grateful.