We interrupt our regularly scheduled program (of my annual Virginia Trip) to bring you: A doe in the SNOW! While the rest of the East Coast enjoyed or didn’t enjoy the blizzard of 2010 with its various nicknames (Snowtorious B.I.G., Snowpocalypse, etc.), Georgia watched the rain fall. Well, until Friday
…and then our entire county and surrounding counties completely shut down. In fact, at the mere mention of snow falling here, schools were cancelled a full twenty-four hours prior to any actual snow falling. Having witnessed the Georgians attempting to drive in the snow, I completely back the local schools in their decision to close. Steer into the skid, people!
Josh and I hail from the north country where snow is simply par for the course, so we do not fear snowy weather. You will not find us in a tug-of-war with someone for the last loaf of bread in the grocery store as soon as snow escapes the lips of the weatherperson. That’s a silly idea anyway because we don’t buy bread. We make our own.
We also make our own entertainment. I promise you that this photo was preceded by the following words: “Look, Lacy, a snow angel.”
Athena, our kitten (who is quickly becoming a cat but will forever be known as “the kitten”), had never seen snow before and watched as Sparta, our older cat, chased snowflakes. Athena soon got over her fears and romped in the snow with Sparta. They were our Arctic Cats. Aren’t we clever?
Determined to capture the snowy splendor, I got up before the sun and the chickens to take pictures. The idea was to catch a snowy Georgia sunrise. I also wanted to see the chickens emerge from the coop. It played out in my mind so perfectly but the sun wasn’t quite high enough when the chickens came out of the coop and then galloped with exaggerated steps through the snow to the deck.
They refused to come out from under the deck and would not pose in the light regardless of my begging or promises of cherry tomatoes. The photos all failed to capture the hilarity of my high-stepping chickens. Only the rooster came out to stomp around the clothesline but it just wasn’t as funny as seeing the entire flock with skirts (feathers) lifted and feet so high that they looked like short, chubby, and dancing flamingos.
I quickly got over my disappointment when I noticed the icicles. When it snowed last year, there was a noticeable lack of icicles. Not this year. They were everywhere and I couldn’t get enough of them. Aren’t they lovely? I love the wobbles and tiny frozen bubbles. It’s as if they formed from champagne.
Thank you for allowing me to share the Georgian Snow with you. If you simply must see more snow pictures, then click here to be taken to a slideshow.
This has been a test. We now return to our regularly scheduled program.