Friday, March 25, 2011
Black and White World
Back in the (warm) house, I glanced out and saw that in the thirty minutes or so since the first flakes fell, the turkeys were coated in snow as they ate dinner. As I was taking their picture, quail came up from the woods to join in the feast. If it weren't for the one or two red turkey heads, these look like black-and-white photos. Within an hour, the satellite dishes went out, and the snow kept coming. By dark, I'd measured over four inches. The power stayed on until ten o'clock. Like Mrs. Danvers, I drifted through the house with an oil lamp held high as Bessie Anne, the cats, and I made our way to bed. How nice to see the blinking clock this morning. I have so much for which to be grateful.