Mary McCloskey

Saturday abstract

Near dusk: Ollie's old garage

The tarnished pot

Morning frost

The Christmas wreath obscures the morning light and our only window without a storm greets us with dissolving frost.

Remembering the sun

Very gray yesterday and today. Freezing rain this morning and more expected tonight. I remember the perfect white landscape on Sunday's walk and, of course, the sun.

Frozen

A hike in the snowy woods

Met my friend Barb and her Burmese mountain dog, Bodhi, for a walk through the snowy woods this afternoon.  It felt so great to be walking in the crisp air, crunching through snow, squinting at the sun as Bodhi ran around like crazy sniffing everything in sight. Here's a photo of Bodhi too.

Saturday, 2 p.m.

A good friend coming for dinner tonight. Looking forward to lighting the candles and sharing stories.

Snowpath

Late Friday afternoon, everything has that iron caste to it. The snow is "good packin" for snowballs, but ice hides beneath so more like iceballs. I have spread dog-safe salt on the porch. The walk is shoveled. There is no more reason to go out for a while. The house is quiet, the radiators clank contentedly. I have hot tea and a furry dog to snuggle up to.

Snow!!!

Just as I knew it would, the snow arrived, fresh, crisp, drifting in soft flakes, reminding me of how lovely it can be.