Morning snow

We got it again last night. A nice powder - light as feathers - well about 12" of feathers.  At 6am I had the front porch and a walkway cleared so the dog could make his way to do you know what. A 6:15 it was the fireplace fire and coffee and of course the sun.  Bored yet?

We all view snow a little differently as we progress in age. At 3-4, like my eldest grand kids, this is just fun, pure fun. For parents it is endless wet mittens and snowy boots leaving puddles and for those of us older still it is the business end of a snow shovel and a good book.

Composers certainly had different takes on winter - Vivaldi's Four Seasons being perhaps best known or the Tchaikovsky Russian Winter symphony.  There are other attempts at musical winters like the one below.

I spent 5 years in a Russian winter one year (that was a joke) but it seemed that long.  There is a certain melancholia that sets in when confined indoors by the elements - the youthful "let's go play in the snow" vanishing. As white as winter is, the mood turns grey and black...but let's not think of such things this morning. Suns out. Books to be read. Fires to be watched.