Johnston Canyon in January

Every season has its beauty.  A canyon in summer is quite another thing than those same rock walls and water in a deep freeze. 

 

Now we come well-bundled and walk gingerly wearing ice grippers, very glad of the fresh snow to give traction to the icy pavement underneath. (pictured: Jim and his sister)

 

 

Frozen waterfalls inspire different responses in different folks; I am content with snapping pictures.

 

Others must climb them!

 

 

 

 But though a weekend outing is lovely, my best days are home-body days.

With winter’s progress the sun’s ascent has shifted so that the light slants in through one little window for just a bit in the morning. I time taking out the garbage to catch its rays while it crosses the dip in the mountains that otherwise block its radiance…  

And I find that there is nothing quite so exquisite in winter as sunshine on the eyelids–it is balm to the soul!

–LS

Light is sweet, and it is pleasant for the eyes to see the sun. Eccl.11:7 ESV

Snow. It has come.

No sooner were we back from our wonderful fall-tacular road trip then it began to snow; the very next morning there was a light layer of frosting on everything, ready or not!

 

 

But it was not enough to amount to anything ski-able.  So…as is customary at this time of year, the local Nordic Center unpacked all the snow it had saved under its great pile of sawdust all through an unseasonably hot summer…and laid a Cross-country ski course for all the athletes who come for miles around to get a jump-start on their training.

It was quite a peculiar process to watch…

 

But the product made everyone happy–kids and skiers alike!

Then followed some quintessential fall days and we had the grandkids out for the weekend…

 

Perfect timing, for after that the snow came in earnest!

And now we are able to ski right out the back door!

–LS

April Surprise!

The snow had all gone returning the earth to its drab dead skins awaiting another season of warmth to liven it up. Cautious wisps of green were springing up on protected berms and in those spots where they will soon be unwelcome. And I actually spied a lone daffodil against the warm wall of the old Anglican church in town. Then came yesterday.

The world was obscured in a falling blanket of white.  Despite our having removed our snow tires and stowed our skis away it fell as though expected.  The good news was that it refused to stick.  The warmed damp earth refused to let it rest. There were just great puddles–and a flurry of larger and larger flakes in protest.  And so we went to bed, the landscape still dreary brown but the mountains freshly powdered.

We woke to this:

Now I am well aware that likely noone, including myself, is really hankering for more snow pictures!  I’d rather look at daffodils, crocuses, forsythia blooms or whatever is springing up where you are.  But since this is what I have to take pictures of here, this is what you get!

I had to chuckle at this sign so appropriately obscured.  It is announcing the street sweeping that is to commence this week.  But first for the snowplows!

Despite my preference for green and flowery at this time of year, I had a lovely quiet walk through the fresh powder.

And I was glad I had not yet packed away my snow boots or wool sweaters!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wherever you are, I hope these photos will incite you to look more closely at the beauty of spring around you, and maybe even to share a glimpse?!

–LS

Please don’t feel too sorry for me, by day’s end as I’m posting this, all this snow has largely vanished back to brown earth and we are feeling fortunate, as the word around town today is that Banff (just down the road) got a whole foot of snow!