We have previously established that the season is turning, that winter’s coming home. But I guess I was feeling a little complacent because, for so many of the November-Decembers I have lived here on the Cape, it’s been warm enough to hang Christmas lights and other outdoor holiday decorations without having to be too bundled up. I suppose I thought this year would be more of the same, despite our recent dip into cold temperatures.
And perhaps, if I had paid more attention to the “forty percent chance of snow” I know remember overhearing in yesterday’s forecast, this morning wouldn’t have been such a surprise. I knew something was up the moment my eyes opened. Somehow, it was brighter in the bedroom than usual and when I lifted my head to look out the window, I saw why: snow, covering the ground!
I really haven’t too much to say about this. I don’t mind, because a little bit of white on the ground does help me ease into the wintery season before us…and as I begin to contemplate the fast approaching holiday season, it helps gentle me into thinking about that, too. Also, since I won’t be celebrating Thanksgiving in the Adirondacks this year, where I have often had my first taste of snow for the winter, I suppose this is a good omen for my travels to Connecticut in the coming week!
The bachelor’s buttons which were blooming so nicely earlier in the week are now finally frosted and finished with their season. I’m sort of sorry I didn’t think to pot one up for inside enjoyment this winter, since they were doing so nicely…but it will also be good to start fresh next spring.
I’m afraid I did leave that fantastic canna outside until this morning, so I am hoping that wasn’t too badly frosted, as I would certainly enjoy hosting it again. Fingers crossed on that front.
Having moved here from the Adirondacks – “winter capital of the world” it sometimes seemed – I was accustomed to the idea that, in winter, parking lots are often filled with clumps of snow and ice, the debris that falls off the bottom of cars and trucks, the kind of stuff that builds up in your wheelwell that you have to kick free sometimes.
But I remember the first winter visit I made to a beach parking lot on Cape Cod, seeing those familiar chunks of dirty white snow and ice…and then being absolutely astounded when they GOT UP and walked out of the way as I approached in my car.
Since today is our first…and light…snowfall for the year, such clumps of snow and ice aren’t yet a feature of parking lots out this way…and it’s easier to see them for the cold seagulls they are, huddling low to the pavement to stay clear of the winds off the water. But with that memory of the first experience with them in my mind, they still amuse me when they get up and walk out of the way, or suddenly take the sky.
It’s that same wind, of course, that’s keeping the snow from piling up too much on the beach this morning. This was an almost sunny moment this morning, around 9:30, when I was out and about for a while. The winds that howled and jangled wind chimes throughout the night continue to do so, bringing us an occasional scud of frenzied snow flurries.