Real life snow looks nothing like pristine painting snow…at least not when you live in my neighborhood.

Snow is not an instant glamorizer.
Real life snow looks nothing like pristine painting snow…at least not when you live in my neighborhood.

Snow is not an instant glamorizer.
Winter always looks nicer in paintings. Majestic. Charming. Unblemished. Like this:

Winter Morning by Andrei Ryabushkin, 1903.
I’m done trying to fancy up the season with quotes by intelligent, creative dead people. If they were here, they’d probably be annoyed, too.

Backyard Tree in Snow
Snow always looks better when captured in black and white.
We are in the midst of an unusual (and heavy) early season snowstorm. I took time out from trimming my tree to do this:

Little Penguin in the Snow
I did a whole series, using several ornaments. My neighbors must think me quite the delight.
“Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person.”-Sylvia Plath
Welcome back, snow! Gee, it’s hard to believe it has been 8 or 9 months since…oh, wait. What? What do you mean spring opened her arms in a warm embrace 5 days ago? Why are you back so soon? Didn’t you get the memo? Have you looked at a calendar? In this part of the world you should be on vacation until at least December, maybe even January. Please take heed of this plea, and skedaddle.

Early spring snowstorm.

Oh, hi there snow! You suck.

Morning view.
That is snow on the roof of the low building above the truck. It was 70 degrees just 3 days ago.

An inadequate but satisfying breakfast.
When it is cold I could stay in bed all day. This morning, the siren’s call of the electric kettle was too strong.

“You will be successful in your career.”
The universe is obviously trying to tell me something, in the form of this dark chocolate orange fortune cookie. The message? “Get to work, you lazy woman.”
“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”-Confucius
“I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.”-Jerome K. Jerome
“Out of clutter, find simplicity.”-Albert Einstein
“Hide not your talents, they for use were made,
What’s a sundial in the shade?”-Benjamin Franklin
The frozen sky spits out a combination pack of snowflakes: huge, miniscule, fat, puffy, wispy, deflated. Something for everyone, except me. I am ready for spring; curmudgeonly winter with his ridiculous whims needs to go away. Back to yesterday, or last week. Back to when he was wanted, appreciated, welcomed.

Snowy day, snowy day.
I have no energy, just a belly full of decadent food and a gaping need for a long, warm nap.

Creme Brulee French Toast.
Goodnight, all. I’ll write tomorrow.
We spent Christmas Day at my grandparents’ house with my extended family. Up and back in one day, a smooth drive, no worries. We had no idea that, whilst we were opening gifts and eating entirely too much decadent food, a blizzard was traveling this way. It is here now, and I wish that I could say it is as pretty as a picture. It isn’t, so I am leaving you with these lovely paintings instead. Please look at them to your heart’s content; I will be off in the corner munching on left-over cookies and writing my blogging game plan for 2013. See you tomorrow!

Winter Landscape: Washington Bridge, by Ernest Lawson. 1907-1910. Brooklyn Museum.

Blue Snow the Battery by George Bellows. 1910.