Sunday, February 10, 2013

lingua vernacula

An interesting change in rhythm happens when it snows. Yes, we eat all the carbohydrates in sight and snuggle in to watch the fire, but that's not all. Whether we are shoveling a path with neighbors or postulating on the odds of outdoor play, our native dialect becomes one of winter weather. We talk of snowman snow and snow angel snow and igloo snow, and suddenly I understand why the Samis have 180 words to describe the substance.

For Vivi, I imagine the highlight of watching the snow come down was that she spotted a solitary puffed-up robin tucked in some branches outside our window. As she is out there now trudging around building castles and digging trenches, I hope she is tucking away little memories of our days together.

Snow dunes.

This is me in the back yard, snow up to the seat of my pants.

Busy neighborhood


Emily said...

WOW!!! That is a lot of snow!!! Jeeez!!! That is a LOT of snow!! I'm enjoying snow days vicariously through your pictures. Have fun, stay warm...I know you'll enjoy it but also be glad when it's gone!!

The Lone Home Ranger said...

I know! It's hard to process how much it is even when you're standing in front of it. Soooo much snow.


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