Monday, February 4, 2013

FEATHERBED

Snowflakes twirled like confetti and covered the ground with a featherbed this weekend. It was a winter wonderland.

I grabbed my camera and headed outside excited as a child to take photographs. No cars roaring on Swaims Road to break the serenity. I felt alone, but soon discovered others had invaded my corner of the world.

A hound dog charged out of the woods and cut across my front yard. I called him to take his photo, but the dog had more important things on his mind. He was trailing a squirrel and disappeared with a howl into the pine thickets.

Just when tranquility returned, a flock of blackbirds landed in the poplar trees. Their feathers flicked snow off the limbs. Raucous twittering echoed across the Brasstown Valley.

Smoke from my neighbor’s chimney swirled like India ink to the sky. I continued to take photographs until the sun broke through the clouds. A painting was unveiled—magnificent snow-capped mountains reflecting like a mirror in Lake Chatuge.

As the day waned, the mountains transformed from pearl gray, pale blue, sapphire, to plum. The strawberry blush of dusk faced the stars, and a crescent moon glowed like a slice of muskmelon on the lace-trimmed earth.

This morning a crow’s loud cawing awoke me. I peeked out the window and gasped at the awesome sunrise bleeding across the Blue Ridge Mountains. I took a photograph before the beauty faded and faced another day. Maybe I’ll jump on the featherbed of snow in my front yard today or make some snow cream. The possibilities for adventure beckon me.





16 comments:

Daisy said...

What a wonderful description Brenda! I love the words you chose. Beautiful photos too.

Carol Kilgore said...

Lovely. I love the next to last photo. Those tufts of snow make the tree look almost like a pear tree in bloom.

Susie Swanson said...

I love your featherbed of snow Brenda... I enjoyed the way you brought it all together and I was right there with you.. We had a rather large featherbed as well.. Four inches was the total..I guess this is the most we've had since winter before last. I hope you are enjoying the winter..

Betsy Adams said...

Gorgeous photos, Brenda. There's nothing prettier than fresh-fallen snow. Love it...

Our snow is mostly gone now --so I am ready for spring. ha

Hugs,
Betsy

lil red hen said...

Beautiful pictures and a wonderful comparison of the snow and a feather bed. I remember sleeping on a real feather bed in a cold, cold room.

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Janet, said...

Beautiful photos and beautiful words to describe it. I love snowy landscapes, they are so pretty.

Teresa Coltrin said...

This is a wonderful post. Your photos are beautiful too.

My Vintage Life said...

Beautiful photos and I love how your words describe it all!

Eggs In My Pocket said...

Your words describe the scene so well and the photos are just lovely!

Muddling Through said...

Beautiful pictures, Brenda, and you use poetry even when you're not writing a poem. Just beautiful! Thank you for sharing.

Joan Ellen Gage said...

I enjoyed the lovely photos and the pictures that you painted with your words!
Take care,

Joan

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Glenda C. Beall said...

Beautiful photos and your poetic description of the snow is lovely.

Paula said...

So beautiful, Brenda!! New-fallen snow is magical, isn't it?

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