Actually, the Winter Solstice was, officially, yesterday, but I didn't notice it until late last evening. It certainly looks like winter outside.......dark, misty, a bit dreary.......but it feels more like fall still. I've seen some folks running around in shorts and sandals while others are sporting down jackets. Crazy, typical Southern winter.
I watch the weather reports of troublesome snow in the Southwest and Northeast, and I know many people are experiencing hardship because of the wet fluffy white stuff. I have to confess, though, I'd give a lot for a good flurry.
Last year, it snowed all around us.....literally! I mean, everyone in all four directions got a decent taste of snow that stuck, up to a foot in some places. My daughters taunted me constantly with Facebook pictures of their beautiful snowfalls. But all Quitman got was ice. Lots of ice.
The ice was beautiful in its own way, hanging in long brittle icicles from every surface imaginable. But there's no comparison between ice and snow. Nothing compares to the peace of a gentle snowfall, the quiet of its falling, the stark color contrast of soft snow on dark green pine needles. Maybe this year? Maybe, just an inch or so? It would be so lovely......
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