This morning those of us who live in New York State’s southern tier received a treat. We awoke to varying amounts of snowfall depending on your location. Some pictures and accounts indicated a couple of inches. In our neighborhood it was a dusting. Nonetheless, the first snow is a harbinger of what’s in store for us in the next four months. There have been times when I regret living in a snowscape and others when I relish it. Snow and ice can create dangerous road conditions and at the same time create stunning visual displays that capture the imagination. By midday most of the snow was gone even though the mercury only rose a few degrees.
A snowy evening
Last night my wife left for an overnight with our daughter. The mission for them is Christmas shopping. Whenever I ask my wife what she’d like for Christmas, the answer is, “don’t buy me any clothes,” or “I don’t need anything.” Truth of the matter is neither of us really needs anything. We’ve got our health, a warm home, employment, our children and twenty-five years of wonderful memories. Nonetheless, Christmas won’t be complete without gifts. Each day of our lives is Christmas. Each day we give of ourselves and sometimes the gifts are only a kind word, but it is still a gift.
With Diane gone I was left to find my own meal and since it was Friday night and I had business in nearby Ellicottville, New York I decided to stop by my favorite eatery there, Tips Up Cafe. I know the owner and he makes the best strip steak I’ve ever tasted. Tips Up was packed last night even though the weather outside was wintry. I love coming to Ellicottville. It’s such a lovely village and as you can see from the picture it’s decorated with lots of lights for the holidays.
Ellicottville is home to Holiday Valley, one of the largest ski areas in New York State and even though the rest of the country is in a steep recession Ellicottville is doing well with all the snow we’ve received thus far. A couple of weeks ago the snow totals for Ellicottville had exceeded 71 inches. We’ve added to that in recent days and then too the resorts make snow. Last night after dinner I drove with a friend to an area just below the slopes. The skiing had finished for the evening and the trails looked surreal as lights shined through both man made and earth made snow. It was a chillingly beautiful sight. My ride home was exciting too as I made my way slowly along Route 242 which was snow covered and not plowed well. The dense snowfall made it difficult to see. My visibility was limited to just much less than a tenth of a mile in spots. Still there is something mystically beautiful about snowfalls.
Times like these always remind me of the words of Robert Frost.
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.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
First Snow
This morning when I opened the garage door I was greeted by this site. I had already given my daughter my ice scraper and snow brush last week so she’d be prepared for the elements. Then of course I forgot to purchase a new one for my car. I started the car and let it warm a bit, used our push broom to remove much of the snow from the windows and then drove to work. The chill wind and snow reminds us all that winter is quickly approaching. Tomorrow the weather is going to moderate and all the snow will melt away.
First Snow
This morning as I opened the garage door and prepared to enter my car I was presented with a familiar sight. I was greeted by snow on my car. Eventually in my area which lies in the shadow of Lake Erie we get enough snow to make me dread its sight, but the first snow is always poetic. Continue reading “First Snow”