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It Snowed in Georgia!
Sometimes Georgia goes an entire winter without snow, but yesterday dropping temperatures and heavy clouds converged to feather us in a transient dusting that silenced city clamor and lured me outside to muffled whiteness and solitude.
I’ll be ready when Nature paints a spring landscape, teasing us with capricious twists and turns before lulling us into the complacency of summer. But summer thunderstorms rattle that complacency, reminding us that Nature is mercurial.
For now, she is content to let the day drift by in snowy comfort, a breath of flurries reminding us that winter isn’t over.
“Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.”
……from Stopping by Woods on a Snow Evening by Robert Frost
