HAPPY NEW YEAR!
We are winter people. We love the cold, the quietness, the shadows created by the low-lying sun. We love the fire in the wood stove, the bringing in the wood, and the sound of the chain saw in the fall, the smell of wood smoke in the air. We love the snow, waking up and knowing it had snowed without looking because of the quiet. We love watching the dogs act like pups again, burying their heads in the snow, running, playing, biting the snow. Like little kids they don’t want to come in, just play and play in that beautiful white stuff. We love the trees that have shed their leaves so they can show off their beautiful shapes and colors of their bark., we love their silhouettes against the dark clouds of a storm coming in, we love the fact that they are resting a bit, roots still growing but having a little breather from the all that photosynthesis they were doing all spring and summer.
We love the birds with their puffed feathers on a cold morning. The quail looking like bowling balls, they are so round. We love the coyotes, with their plush coats and tails so thick and lush. We love the ravens, hearing their wings with the whoosh, whoosh sound they make, it always sounds louder in the winter to us.
We love the clothes of winter, the flannels, the Henley’s, coats, jackets, sweaters, gloves, scarves, boots, vests, hats, and earmuffs.
We love the winter nights, the stars so clear and bright, the air crisp and clean smelling.
Snow. There’s no earth left under it.
It’s too cold to breathe.
Teeth ache; trees crack the air is bluish.
My breath goes straight up.
This woods is so quiet
That if it weren’t for the buffer of trees
I could hear everything on earth
The mountain men of the 1800’s were know for their tall tales one of my favorites is from Jim Bridger on his winter in Yellowstone country.
After Jim’s stay in Yellowstone country he went back east and told the folks there about how when the trappers tried to speak the words would come out frozen, they froze the second they would come out of their mouths, each of the trappers would have to gather up the frozen words and take them back to the campfire to thaw them out just so they could hear what each other had said during the day. They had to string those words out back into sentences.
Winter books: Bernd Heinrich “Winter World” about how animals survive winter.
Barry Lopez “Artic Dreams”
I hope you all enjoy your winter, whether it is warm and sunny or cold and dark. Your thoughts on winter, winter poems or just any old thing you want to talk about feel free to post away! ☺
Here are some old pics I have taken in the winter from Yaak, Mt. to Llano, Ca.
8 inches of snow fell last night
San Gabriel Mountains, California
Yaak river, MT After a 10 degree night, ice started to break up in the Yaak river.