When The Wind Changes

I love when we get a really deep snowfall (well, I love it after we’ve dug out), and then a Chinook wind blows in and the snow begins to melt. The snow settles at it gets heavier and wetter, and melts into puddles that require boots and frequent laundering of pants, especially if you venture into the slush-pit of downtown. Snow against dark edges, like sidewalks and fences and trees, melts back a little, exposing a little more dark to warm in the sun. The depth of snow eases, most visible where it hasn’t been shoveled into mounds, but started smooth, and is now crisscrossed by animal tracks.

In our inner-city garden retreat, it sounds busy, too – with the wind blowing, birds chirping, squirrels deepening their tracks through the snow, and water dripping dripping dripping.

I love it when the wind changes.

Maureen