Exausted but happy after a two hour snow walk capturing a bunch of gorgeous artwork care of the Siberian winds invading London.
Frozen lake with frosted snow.
Trees from the old flooded gravel pits emurgingthrough the ice – surreal!
Path between one of the lakes and the river (the only thing not frozen).
That’s not land but frozen water!
The wind tried its hand at sculpture here (notice the icycle sculpture formed on the branch hanging from the weir.)
The river resisting all attempts at transformation.
Farm at the canals side busily wheeling supplies – no animals out today!
Boats on the Grand Union Canal. The ice was melted in little circles around them – at – 4 deg. doubtless they had the heating full on!
No heating on this boat!
We so often take things for granted. The winds change, and suddenly we are engulfed in freezing weather from Siberia! Blissfully complacent, our mild winters delivered endlessly to our shores by the gulf stream and its accompanying warm air currents, we forget we are actually on the same latitude as Siberia and, but for the manifest blessings of God, we would be engulfed in snow, blizzards, and icy temperatures every winter. English weather, so often malined, is actually a miracle of design. The interuption of our wonderful Carabean air currents is a great reminder to count our infinate blessings!
How cleansing is the snow that falls, a taste of the divine,
That covers over all the filth, like sins of yours and mine.
That beautifies an ugly scene, that softens all the edges.
Even so the love divine that to mankind He pledges.
I know it doesn’t mean much to you Canadian or US folks but snow is rarely seen more than one or two days each winter here in London (at least not in recent years).
Anddddd my grandson has never seen snow having been born and brought up in Mexico! Imaging my delight on peeking out (just in case) hardly daring to believe, and there it was in all its glowing purity – SNOW!. Not a lot, but enough for us snow deprived folks to transfer to party mode.
My previously Sunday sleepy head daughter stopped pleading with my grandson to “go back to sleep”and jumped out of bed at the news. In half an hour we were off to the lakes!
After spotting dog, swan, bird, and possible rabbit footprints (in addition to his own) building a (miniature) snowman and a brief, fun, but rather ineffectual snowball fight (he is only three.) He asked, “Can we go home to our nice warm house now – he’d discovered the downside of making snowballs lol!)
I look out my window and the world has been transformed so silently I did not notice, tiny snowflakes, each so unsubstantial, fall gently from heaven repainting the landscape in purest white. Soon footsteps will mar the perfection, cars will leave their ugly tracks, but now in this moment all has been transmuted to beauty. Even so life’s changes can sometimes sneak silently upon us, not in blizzard or cloud burst, but in tiny gentle drops burying past ugliness.
(Sadly the photos i took when I wrote this didn’t come out but this downloaded one is appropriate).
No, it’s not really snowing here in London but I can dream! (I did in fact dream it snowed but then I woke up!) Messages from family and friends are coming in fast now, Christmas is here and I must pack up, close my lap top and head off to explore my daughter’s finally completed new house renovations and my son in law’s incredible cooking ( he wont let anyone else in the kitchen!) So I wish you all a great Christmas full of joy, love, hugs, kisses, fun surprises and happy memories. God bless!