10th February, 2019 Sunday
Well, the sky shook sugar down down down yesterday. Our monochrome has yielded to black and white. The air was staticed with what as a child I felt was sprinkled magic. I remembered just the other day to raise my head, stick out my tongue and taste those fairy flakes. It occurs to me that child who loved the snow had stepped inside the hazy closet of accumulated ages like a cast off doll or an old pair of shoes. She urged me from the recess of her closet home to let her out to love the snow again.
This morning the sun is piercing through white laden filagree of trees’ bared fingers. Blue shadows pattern the white blanket cloaking my front yard. I haven’t scooped the poo now for seven days feel the weight of all those piles hiding in the deepening blanket. My task for part of this sun soaked snow painted glorious day is to poo hunt. Its cold so my fingers my revolt quite swiftly. Poo sweep is not a gloved activity.
My Swedish Sister, People Mama to my Zoi, said yesterday as the sky shook hours of snow, that Swedes herald all their snow because it brings the Light while Sun slips swiftly up and down this time of year in their Far North. It is their source of winter Light. Snow Light.
I have noticed this here. How the white brights even night’s attempt to damp the Light which never truly sleeps on Earth. Is it any wonder that the Pagan Calendars from the North have named this time of year the Season of Light?
Lady Zoi might well have slipped out of her Puppy Wanting Season. She doesn’t want to eat her lovely chicken legs this morning. Wizard has recovered from his Snip although the caveat is he still might shoot a litter for another four weeks. So until we are absolutely sure our Lady is not able to Expect, we are keeping them a part. We are good at that.
I have been sleeping, as I said, with Wizard, Continent, Lady Dragon, and the Wees aka The Keystone Dachs, in our roost up top. Husband has assumed the Guard for Lady Zoi and has slept 2 stories down in a lovely room, keeping her toilette in a pen that only she has frequented for the last two plus weeks. Her flagging has abated. She seems loving self. She picked through her beloved toys again just yesterday. She is very very cuddly.
Husband is out to shovel off the walks again. We both have had a soft but sticky cold which has clung to him a bit harder than to me. I will make him a pot of Throat Coat Tea for when he comes to warm.
Tomorrow deep snow is threatened on the air. Some say 9 inches, some say 16. We will see.
So the Groundhog saw his shadow, eh?
Ha.
Tea is Black with Milk today.
Ta.
Tea With Me 