The wind is howling around the house, shaking it with great gusts. Drenching rain is supposed to move in later tonight. Already the creeks and rivers are swollen with runoff from melting snow and recent rain. Rather than look at our dreary rain sodden place in the world I’d like to take you on a walk through the snow that we had two weeks ago.
Walk one block east and a block south and we’re standing in the main part of this small village which is at the bottom of Grandview Ave hill, a most excellent sledding run, until the sander comes along but for several days the sander had too many roads that were more important.
Turn east and head up Crooked Finger Road towards the county park. Crooked Finger is the only road leading up into the Cascade foothills from town. It is a major road with many people living along the ten mile stretch.
The beautiful flowering plum trees lining Crooked Finger up to the park were savaged by the snow and ice.
People attempting to come down Crooked Finger had to go around many barriers. Several carried chainsaws and removed trees and branches as they came. We are at a far end of the county, not exactly a priority for county or state departments.
Turning off Crooked Finger at the pole we walk through unbroken snow down to the creek.
An ice encased world.
Faith was enchanted with the snow.
I have been doing a bit of dyeing, started and finished one knitting project and some spinning here and there.