The landscape in Lincoln Park, as well as most of Michigan, looks like someone with a very large paintbrush, with bristles dipped in white, went to town. My Facebook friend Leslie posted pictures Saturday afternoon of their growing snowfall out in Highland, then finally her husband went out with his snow blower and a ruler – there was a solid foot. We had only about two inches, but along with the beauty of those pristine white crystals came ice. I christened the new shovel but not the new boots and I believe I’ll pass on the walking for a day – maybe two – until it warms up a bit. I came back into the house to grab the camera for a picture of my neighbor Marge’s deck. I often mention glancing at her large thermometer when I leave for my walk and this morning it was wearing a snowy “cap” and though you can’t read the temperature it was about 27 degrees. It was so incredibly quiet when I went outside . When I made my way around to the backyard, I heard a tinkling noise, much like if you’ve ever bumped your head on someone’s chandelier and the crystals move back and forth wildly until the fixture stops moving. Well, I traced the noise … it was two small trees in my back garden who have not yet lost their foliage. Those yellow leaves were dripping with ice and the branches were laden with snow. That combination of ice and snow was so heavy that those leaves were dropping right off the trees one by one … plink, plink, plink as they hit the crystallized mulch.
“When snow falls, nature listens.” ~ Antoinette van Kleeff