Mar. 20    Fig.(Who else?) I walked to the west ridge stream this morning with Fig. We were able to walk on top of the snow; it was frozen enough to hold us. As soon as we reached the brook Fig was down the snowbank and into it drinking his fill of the pure mountain…

 Mar. 17 This morning it was thawing once again. Although it was still only minus five the sun was hot and the snow was sliding off the roof in a big curl. Just after I took this picture the snow wave came crashing down.         Fig went out for a lengthy explore…

 Mar. 11 What a grey and snow-blown winter we have had! A week ago snow devils were blowing across the meadow like the spirit of Tash through the Narnian forest, sentient, and purposeful.     “In the shadow of the trees on the far side of the clearing something was moving. It was gliding very slowly…

Mar. 9 Each small voice adds to the murmur of the river:    It is almost a year since the World Health Organization declared the Covid-19 epidemic a Pandemic. I want to revisit some thoughts from June and September, 2020. We have had our eyes open for almost a year now and so many things…

Mar. 4 This sign was posted at the medical clinic that I go to, on March 4 last year. Looking back at February 2020, I can’t remember what I was thinking then about the new virus. I was busy with grandchildren and my ailing mother-in-law. But on the 4th of March I saw that a…

 Mar. 1  Last night, the moon just past full. We will be calling this the first thaw. Water has been dripping all night: tonight it is going down to minus 17. Outside, the morning smells like Japan. (We arrived in Japan on March 4, 1983, the first day of our trip.) March 1st.: is today…

Today I love turning onto the road that leads to our little cul de sac; it is not sanded, so the road itself is white. A road paved with snow, it seems enchanted. How is it that I can look at snow day after day and feel like I’m seeing it for the first time,…

 Feb. 16 I found this most charming “gypsy” ceramic at the St. Cajetan Church Flea Market in Mansonville, which is open Saturdays during the summer, (covid protocols in place summer of 2020). It is 19th century Staffordshire, (my main collection), obscure, and not a beautiful piece perhaps; still, Staffordshire and of great interest to me,…

 feb. 15 The morning sun. A rainbow cloud in the valley.   Covid day 342: This is counting the days since the World Health Organization declared Covid-19 a pandemic. When these days were running into the 50s and 60s it was foolish of me to think it would end soon. 342 days is a more…

 Feb. 15    I have several dozen pictures just like this. The snow falling at the edge of the world. Never gets old. Here is the chicken house and the chalet in the snow.     The icicles that formed at the roof over-hang one warm day. This over-hang will either melt gradually or avalanche…