Before the clouds came back, I took a brief stroll about the yard. It really does look quite beautiful with all the fresh snow weighing down the green boughs. The only problem is that this is November. Once again, we barely made it past Hallowe'en before receiving what seems fated to be, barring an extraordinary thaw, our permanent snow pack.It has been quite a good year for the Crick, with the autumn rains flushing away all the dirt and forest debris.
I did hope to get in some hunting--and I still can, of course, but stalking partridge in the snow isn't quite as pleasant. I miss the crunch of pine cones and brush underfoot. The snow has come so fast and in such quantities that it is almost time to climb up and shovel off the sun porch roof. That, too, is a January chore--not a November one! A huge icicle has formed in the corner of the east gable. It looks as though it is poised to thrust right through the steel roof of the porch!
