It has been 60 and 70 degrees up here in Truchas, New Mexico. Song birds had arrived, the grasses were putting up shoots of new growth, trees were beginning to bloom, we were playing games outside in our shirtsleeves, until the other night. A powerful winter storm blew in on gale-force winds, bringing with it the foot of snow we’ve been promised all winter long. The house rattled and shook, the power went out, winds howled relentlessly, sending poor dear Skye under the bed and the kitties to my lap. And we awoke in the morning to the still, quiet peace of a land newly blanketed with snow. The cats stared out the windows appalled and Skye came out from under the bed to frolic in the white stuff.
This is what we wished for all winter long. This moisture will go a long way to providing our spring and summer with enough water to grow the crops that are necessary to feed the livestock. Wildflowers and lush grasses will spring up on my land again, having missed the season last year to drought.
It is once again 70 degrees and the snow melted dramatically on that same day, sending rivers of snow melt coursing across my land.
But the gray skies, the winds, the snow melt and its resultant mud, represent nothing less than pure beauty to me. The more the merrier. While the holiday season has long since passed, I say let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! Please? Just a little bit more before winter gives in to spring.
Love to you all,