It snowed all day last week, a hard driving January-type snow. The snowfall started in the morning and went pretty hard all day. We got 2 or 3 inches. It was October but I had to shovel out my car. I took this picture of the Halloween decorations covered in snow, which is certainly something we don’t see every year in my neck of the woods. I thought it was so funny. No light flurry, this snowfall wreaked a bit of havoc, more than it would have otherwise due to the fact that the leaves haven’t even started to fall yet. The foliage was just turning when the snow came. So trees, heavy with leaves, were then coated with snow, and they fell, like ninepins, all over our state. There are still areas without power. We were lucky in our neighborhood, although our lights flickered a couple of times on that snowy day. I kept glancing out the window at the trees, bending over with either fully green tops or leaves just turning orange and thinking, “This cannot be good.” I was scheduled to go on a solitary writing retreat for the next 4 or 5 days out at a rambling house in the country. I try to do this once or twice a year when I have big projects coming up. Or projects percolating that I just need the time and space to develop, dream into, ponder. The retreat may be delayed due to the fact that that area of the state still has no power. I suppose I could sit in the house with no power, and I am considering it. Bring granola bars, almonds, seltzer, and a bunch of sweaters. I don’t need no stinkin’ power. I write longhand, baby. But if it gets cold, there will be no heat. It’s out in the middle of nowhere, which is, of course, my ideal. No Internet. Just trees and water and deer roaming about, and cold quiet twilights.
Today it is breezy, crisp and blue, as it has been all week, a perfect New York day.
Beautiful! Looks like an antique illustration with modern cars.
It really was so beautiful – the incongruity of it. Pumpkins and witches and ghosts covered in snow.