
Consistency breeds comfort. It feels familiar when repeated at the same time over and over, like a mother’s lullaby soothing her baby. After the first snowstorm of the season, nature seems to produce a steady snowfall every other day…sometimes a heavy flurry that often tapers to a slow constant flutter.
She hears a humming in the middle of the night a drone that calms her back to sleep. Bu,t this morning she awakens just before sunrise and watches the snow fall gently. It’s a light snow at first …just enough to veil the outlines of the droning machinery outside her window.
She looks at the trees, fitted with sweaters of pure white and the cedars hide bashfully under stoles of pure fresh powder.
It’s Sunday morning and the sun is rising somewhere in the east far above snow clouds. The sky is a pearly grey, not threatening in the least but rather like a dome hovering over her home. It feels like a shower of white poppies…nature suggesting Sabbath’s day of rest.
She hears another snowplough clearing a shopping centre’s lot across the street; those eager patrons will be checking the last day of Boxing Day week hoping to find another deal, the right size, and right colour… the real deal! If not, they’ll just sit in the mall with a Laura Secord ice cream cone and watch the tired faces of adults being pulled by their offspring s chanting, “Just one more, just one more!” Comfortable armchairs are strategically placed in the centre hallway of the mall where tired fathers and husbands wait patiently and people watch.

A smug smile forms on her lips as she relishes the warmth and calm of her home, not inclined in the least to go out unless she needs something. She sighs, relieved at the thought of not having to brush half a foot of snow off the hood of a car and scrape the windows of melted snow turned to ice and sits back relishing the sound of her furry friend purr.

arresting snow – falls,
manmade humming stills,
settles on a branch
© Tournesol ’16/01/03
Daily Moments of January 3, 2016
What a beautifully serene post ma chère … I’m loving living these snowy days with you and Bess … she certainly looks content snuggled up and watching the snow! Each photo tells a fantastic story, and your haiku is a bijoux!
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Merci, ma chère:) It is mild outside…the snow is the sticky “snowman” type:)
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Oooo … and the lovely snow ball type!
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Yes!! Im sure my grandsons are going to have a ball today!!
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Me too … ah to be that young again and enjoy playing in the snow!!
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On my bargain shopping today, I got a warm duvet lined jacket and snow pants…now I can make snow angels…GIANT snow angels:)
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Cool! But be careful!!
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Yes, mama 😉
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LOL … guess I deserved that!
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🙂
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I agree and I would add that I love these lines of description: “She looks at the trees, fitted with sweaters of pure white and the cedars hide bashfully under stoles of pure fresh powder.”
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Thanks so much, they do look like sweaters or rather the branches look like dozens of long arms:)
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I love the line, sweaters of pure white.
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Thanks, Janice, I liked that one too and was not sure if it fit well but it just looks like a bunch of arms in sweaters:)
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We only had a few flakes yesterday morning. And now it has gotten too cold for snow.
It was 15 F or -9 c this morning!
Though I do remember a few years when the snow stayed around for a good few weeks. We are expecting more rain this week.
I too avoid ‘The Mall’ and such busy stores. I have more fun shopping at garage or boot sales during the summer and Charity shops. But I am trying to be better about not having such a large stock! 🙂
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Yes, I am going to clear up the many winter coats I no longer wear because they are just too heavy on my shoulders. Time to purge but I was waiting to deliver some to a place for the refugees who have just arrived in Montreal.
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I attempt every year to gift at least some coats to a place that collects them for Veterans. A local funeral parlor actually.
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That is wonderful. I used to donate to a Women’s shelter but this year I was waiting to see if refugees who just arrived needed anything.
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And I am sure they too will appreciate the warmth of both the coats and your heart 🙂
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Thanks, Jules, what a lovely comment to see when I get up this Sunday morning…my first day back to work.
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