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A Dust of Snow

My dream of being at Honey Hollow when it snows is still unfulfilled for two reasons: One, I've barely been able to spend any time there in the last couple of months, and two, the weather has been all over the place. And yet, even as the temps roll out like random lottery numbers and Blue Ridge has weathered at least two winter storms so far, snow has only accumulated one time and not for very long. I missed it, of course, but I'm happy for the guests who were renting the cabin that weekend - it must have been magical. The closest we've been able to see is the frosty mountain top view, which is still absolutely beautiful.

And just to be clear - I want the kind of snow that makes things beautiful and cozy, not the kind that takes down power lines and leaves people stranded in their homes. I'm talking a 2-inch accumulation that does not include ice and melts away within a couple of days. Let's not get crazy. I was born in the South.

While we were there for a weekend recently, several of us took photos of the view from Honey Hollow throughout the day and then compiled them. I was stunned at the result. The way the scenery changes its look in a single day is both baffling and gorgeous. As far as mountain ranges go, I think people see the Blue Ridge as soft and a little unexciting (she's soft because she's freaking ancient - just saying), but I see her as a grandmother - soft, inviting, but also a deep spirit chock full of mysteries she ain't sharing.

We'll be back for a bit in February to do some work on the place, so maybe, just maybe, snow will happen. Until then, here is a sweet, little Robert Frost poem that I love. My day has also been turned around by a bird, many times:

Dust of Snow

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

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