Friday morning, the Sixth of January, in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Seventeen, Epiphany, Heilige Drei Könige, Dia de los Reyes Magos, Trettende dag jul, Twelfth Night - no matter what you call it, we here in Little Rhody woke up to snow. A light powdery snowfall which probably accumulated to around four inches, give or take, in my neck of the woods.
As the DIL, Big O, and The Owl are in town for a few days, and as they currently live in the Central Valley in California, the snowfall was pretty exciting for them. Now the DIL grew up on Cape Cod, so she's no stranger to snow, Big O and The Owl though haven't experienced much snow in their lives. In fact, this trip East was the first time The Owl had ever seen snow up close and personal. She's four. She thinks snow is pretty cool. I remember when I was four (vaguely) I seem to recall liking snow a lot back then.
Now? While I still have a child-like joy in seeing snow, I understand the problems and dangers it poses to the unwary. Still and all, if I don't have to go anywhere, I love to see it.
As it was a Friday and I didn't have to go anywhere (still on Christmas holiday until Monday) I enjoyed watching the snow come down. I enjoyed the hint of blue to the west as I cleared off the cars (we needed food stuffs so I would need to go out later, amazes me how much food the grandkids can put away), and the new fallen snow coating everything was very pretty. The temperature was a crisp 25° and there was virtually no wind, an unusual happenstance for January near the coast.
While the grandkids were frolicking in the backyard (and The Owl thought it not a problem that she was missing one boot until her foot started to get cold, yes, we found it, yes, she managed to keep it on thereafter) a large skein of geese flew directly overhead. As I stood there like a great goof, wishing I had the camera on me, it struck me that I did have a camera on me. The new cellphone (with which I took all the pictures in this post) takes very nice pictures, thank you very much, if I would only take it out of my pocket, point and click.
Et voilà, pictures of Canada geese. (No, I didn't check their passports, and yes, the proper verbiage is "Canada geese," not Canadian geese. That latter bit would indicate that I had perhaps checked their papers.)
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And to think, just two short weeks ago The Missus Herself and I were preparing to head north to Madame Mère's to celebrate Christmas.
Yes, time flies when one is having fun.
It flies indeed.
I just noticed the mourning dove sitting on the bridge in that last photo.