Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
65 to Snow
Yesterday was unseasonably glorious. The sun was shining and it got up to 65 degrees F. I went for a nice walk on my lunch break because it was just too lovely to resist. I didn't even need a coat-- just my long-sleeved shirt and I was perfectly comfortable. There was talk that it would snow--up to three inches--overnight. Matt and I made a friendly bet on it. I won when we awoke this morning to bare ground and no snow. But, it did start snowing mid-morning. It didn't stop until well after mid-afternoon. Light, fluffy flakes that whirl on their way down and completely obscure the prominent landmark of rimrocks just under a half mile north of us. It is a very white world out there at the moment. I find the contrast between the two days rather amazing. Most of the students in the library would seemingly choose a less favorable word than "amazing." Oh, have they been grumbling all day. I keep reminding them that it is November 20th, after all. I'm not so concerned myself. I grew up in eastern Montana where winter literally can last for six months. Snow almost never lasts long in Billings. It will be clear again in a matter of days I am sure. I don't love the cold, but I do love the change of seasons. Its always seems so miraculous and magical.