It was quite beautiful, looking out the steamy kitchen window on Thanksgiving day, watching those fluffy snowflakes fall. I knew it was coming. It was Lake Effect snow: a rather common occurrence around here. I was surprised, on moving here and practicing architecture, that the requirements for roof members (structures) weren’t more stringent: our average winter will see something like 70-80″ of snowfall. But the reason they’re not so tough? The stuff melts. Quickly.
And so it is, looking outside today: I knew the ground wasn’t frozen yet, and that 5″ of snow didn’t have a chance to stick around. The chickens and guineas are happy. They see their precious grass again, and they’ve found their dirt-bath dirt. About every half hour I am scared witless by ice crashing from the house roof onto the porch roofs (metal roofs on all both expedite and amplify this effect).
I step outside and look toward the back of the property, looking northeast. The leaves have finally fallen off the trees, and the world is still white, at least for a little while. I hear the roof dripping, and I smell…I smell nearly nothing, just that great outdoor fresh-air smell. No vegetative funk, no burning leaves, just the winter air. I can just hear the sound of the lake’s waves crashing, but I need to strain to hear it.
This snow will go. We’ll get one more grass cutting/leaf pickup done, probably within two weeks, and then we’ll steady ourselves for winter in earnest, when the snow comes and stays.
And if I grow to miss that smell of vegetation, I will just need to step into the greenhouse to smell it again.