April 6-9, 2015 Rebecca and I had planned on a trip to the cabin during her spring break. What we hadn’t anticipated was 4 days of quite varying extremes! Mom joined us for our trip, leaving Monday around 1pm (I had to work that morning). After an easy ride up through the green hills and valleys dotted with wildflowers, and cows of many colors, we arrived at the cabin in the mountains.
The sun was shining, it was a bit cool, and the daffodils were blooming out front. We began unloading and opened the cabin, which was a very chilly 41 degrees inside! I turned the water on, and we quickly got the fire going and the two space heaters on. It took pretty much the rest of the afternoon to take the chill off. We mostly relaxed, read, watched a couple of movies, and had a bite to eat.
Well, we did know it was supposed to snow on Tuesday, so we had planned on staying in that day. I was hoping to wake up to a blanket of white outside. But not quite yet…. The temperature was 32 degrees out and I took Bella for an early walk around 7:30am. I did see a few tiny flakes begin to fall, but nothing significant. After not too long, the flakes began to grow. Mom and I decided to fill the wood shed up top from “Fort Firewood” down below. The flakes were coming down now!
I took several walks outside that day. It was just glorious! That’s the only way I can describe it. My camera snapped away all day, poor thing. It was getting so wet. I had to keep bringing it back inside to wipe down and dry out, until I went out again.
It snowed all day. At times, it was light, and others it was heavy with snowflakes as big as your thumb, maybe bigger. Walking in it was so peaceful, so quiet. Yet, it was uplifting and rejuvenating. The beauty and stillness of it was breathtaking. The air was fresh, the snow was pristine and powdery. Walking through it made me feel a little guilty, and a bit privileged. Looking back, my footprints marred the pristine landscape. How blessed I felt to be the one to be the first to see those millions and millions of tiny flakes join as one to cover the earth. Again, it was glorious, and I felt grace surround me.
The poor daffodils slowly became heavy with snow, and all too soon, disappeared from sight.
The day ended with the shoveling of the front and back decks, warming up by the fire, a little dinner, and relaxing inside. All in all, a beautiful day.
The next morning, we woke to blue skies and warm sun. I shoveled another few inches from the decks that fell again overnight, and filled the wood bin. While waiting for the snowplow to clear the road, we enjoyed the fresh snow. I took a “few” more pictures, too. It was so beautiful! The snow was glistening in the sun. It was almost blinding.
Once the snowplow came through, and I had shoveled the back of the van out, we took a drive down into Murphys. Along the way I wanted to stop and look at the dogwoods. We found a few spots along the byway, and I took some pictures. The dogwoods, which are normally white, were a yellow color. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s their early bloom, or the weather. Anyway, they were stunning. We even fortunate enough to find a tree with snow on the branches. I understand it’s a rare thing for it to snow when the dogwoods are blooming!
Once down in Murphys, we visited a few shops and had lunch at a great wood-fired pizza place. Then we drove up to Ironstone Winery to see what was blooming. It was amazing! The sun was shining, but the breeze was very chilly. We had our coats and walked around among varying types and colors of tulips, some daffodils, irises, and mounds of azaleas.
We visited the museum and mom saw the gold nugget (that I was amazed at back in February). She had never seen it, either. Lastly, we checked out the art exhibit downstairs from the tasting room. We headed back up to the cabin to relax. We played a few games, read, watched a movie, and I created a few SoulCollage cards. The next morning, our last day, we relaxed, started to clean up and do some laundry, and waited for Willy and Jon. They were coming up to see the snow and spend a night. I realized I should have taken Friday off too, and we could have had a day with them. Oh well…. We had lunch ready when they arrived, visited for a bit, and then headed out. It was a perfect, ever changing, four days.
On the way home, I stopped a few times along the road to get a picture of this little flower that was dotting the hillsides. After getting home, I found it in my wildflower book.
Keep spring in your heart, and have a sunny day!