Rain on Deep Snow

I want to talk about rain on deep snow.

It's time for warmer weather to move in. And that means rain instead of snow. We've had a lot of snow this year and there is still a lot of snow on the ground.

It's raining now. That clean bright surface is being eaten away. When it was fresh the surface would move around, pushed by the wind. Always changing. Always new. But now, it's being made to look old and worn out. But not old and worn out as if full of wisdom, or old and worn out as if a witness to eons. Just old. Just worn out.

Rain on deep snow seems sadder somehow. I think it's because it will take so long for the ground to show again. And that first glimpse of the ground we haven't seen for so long is, of course, the anticipation of spring. We're all a little impatient.

Also, Rain on Deep Snow would be a great name for a band.

Squirrel Needs

I was looking out my front window during our current snow storm and saw a squirrel munching on a sunflower seed from my bird feeder. That's OK. Everyone needs to eat. He looked at me (a little nervously), and I looked at him.

Here's what the day looks like.



Anyway, about 20 minutes later I looked out again and there were squirrel tracks in the newly-fallen snow to my front door. I guess he wanted in. If he had still been there I probably would have let him in to sit by the fire and have a chip.

Everyone has needs.