“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.” — John Ruskin
The view across the city to the mountains this morning at dawn. — Photo by Pat Bean
“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?” — J. B. Priestley
A Rare One I’m Told
I posted a picture of snow falling outside my bedroom balcony on Facebook yesterday that brought a myriad of comments.
I thought you said you were in Tucson, was the gist of the responses.
I am, and snow doesn’t often fall in Tucson. And yesterday’s brief flurry was gone before time for afternoon tea, or whatever pick me up you prefer.
So it was very surprising to me this morning that when I woke up there was snow on the grounds here in the Catalina foothills to match the magic of snow and a sunrise on the mountains.
Betty Ann, who has lived in Tucson for over 10 years and who came to walk Pepper for me, a job she’s doing until my broken ankle heals, said she couldn’t remember waking up to a morning like this.
What a shame. I wouldn’t mind waking up to a morning like this any day.
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And a Harper’s Harp to you, my dear! All joy and thanks for the Pat! HF
I like that. Perhaps a charicature of you playing the harp to go along with it.
I wish. I am a big fat zero when it comes to musical talent. My parents tried, though. I took piano, coronet, and chorus, but was a bust in all. Oh, well. I still can enjoy the music of others. All joy, Pat. HF
Where music is concerned, I’m a double zero.
Oh, yes, Pat, waking up to an unexpected snowfall is magical, indeed. The world’s noise is stilled like it’s wrapped in cotton wool or something. That’s the first thing I noticed when we got an unexpected snowfall in Central Texas many years ago. The second thing I noticed when I looked out my bedroom window at the sun-sparkled view was my spring garden, which had plants up to 8 inches tall in it, but with the snowfall only about two inches of green could be seen peeping above the snow. *G* I replanted.
Nice photo, and I like the Ruskin quote.
Thanks Bob. I need mornings like this while I’m cooped up with my broken foot.
Wow Pat, lucky you!
Here in south Texas spring is already in the air and today is warm, sunny, breezy…and quite gorgeous. I love your photographs, and yes, I do have my own favorite afternoon-pick-me-up 😉
Well, in my book there’s nothing better than a good-old-fashioned Jack and Coke to make the rest of the evening go down smoothly.
I like your book 😉
Belly laughing now. Aren’t you in Texas, or did I just imagine that? If so perhaps one day I’ll be close enough to share the book. My kids and grandkids are scattered all over the Lone Star state.
Yes ma’am, in San Antonio and I would definitely welcome that!
I have a granddaughter in San Antonio. So one of these days perhaps we can enjoy my book together.
Any day I wake up is a good day-snow is just frosting on the heap!(as long as the tomatoes are still in the plant house!)
It sounds lovely and the picture shows it to be true!
Thanks Nancilynn. It was.
Pink Mountains!! GORGEOUS!! With all you’ve done and all you’ve seen, your memory banks are filled with the most extraordinarily picturesque scenes. You’re incredibly blessed and I’m sure you’ll soon be making more of those fantastic memories! Lake Wal-cat