Tribble Towers as of about five minutes ago
It began as though Swan feathers were drifting lazily but copiously from the sky. Beautiful and serene, the world seemed to glide to a halt and silence fell. I do love the deadening effect that snow has on sound; it’s as though you’re inside your own little quiet bubble of peace.
Snow has such a calming effect on me that I often wonder if this might be why I seem to have fewer seizures when the world is white. Everything is more gentle in snowfall; footsteps are almost soundless and voices are muffled. You’re between worlds.
Is this Earth or Asgard? Am I going to see a Unicorn trotting gracefully towards me from across the Rainbow Bridge?
As a creative person, the feeling of solitude that falls with the gentle flakes evokes the dreamer in me. My writing muse returns and, with it, the bulbs that have lain dormant around the garden are beginning to stir, awoken by the cold. We are already seeing the large pink and purple shoots of my largest Bleeding Heart; two days ago I harvested my first Romanesco Cauliflower; the Winter Flowering Honeysuckle is the best it’s ever been and the first brassica seedlings of the year have sprung to life in the greenhouse.
The turn of the Wheel; The Crone may reign for now, but The Maiden is beginning to stir. Soon there shall be Snowdrops, Daffodils and Glory Of The Snow to herald Her impending arrival.
There is something amazing about how the snow makes everything pause and fall quiet. And then you get a bunch of kids screaming and throwing snowballs, which rather spoils the effect. But until then, it’s beauty that takes you to a different place.
I have to admit that I love seeing the kids in the flats near our house come out on to the green with their parents to make snowmen and snow angels. Sometimes they get chased around the Silver Birch by “Bloody Stupid” – who everybody seems to know and love
Wonderful cat!
I don’t mind kids having a snowball fight with each other, but on my way back here on Friday, there were a bunch of idiots who thought it would be a really good idea to throw snowballs at the bus. That was not fun!
Even the older kids within walking distance are pretty well-behaved. Certainly I’ve not had any problems with insults or whatever in the time I’ve lived here.
The kids in the house whose garden adjoins ours will throw the occasional snowball at our living room window and run away giggling, but it’s not meant in a mean-spirited way so we just smile – and chuck snowballs back if we can get out of the door to catch them!
Even in nice flats like the ones in our area, kids don’t have a lot to do… so it’s great that communal greens were also put in to give the kids safe places to play in
That is cool, and it also gives the neighbourhood a properly friendly feel.
I’m glad you’ve got good kids where you are.
My daffodils are already shooting out of the ground!