A trough of arctic air has dropped into the region, bringing with it a cold wet snow. The air temperature is just above freezing, so the flakes melt as soon as they touch the ground, only staying on things insulated from the warmth of the earth.
We have been cocooning in the house. I finished reading a rather unsatisfactory love story by Nicolas Sparks. I wish he’d drop his sensitivity and just try to tell his stories from the guy’s point of view. I am not buying into the story they way he’d like me to. Anyway, when I finished the book, Ruby started looking antsy, and so I took her outside for a pee.
The snow was falling slowly with big fluffy flakes, and I went out to see how the faery swimming pool Ærchie sent me from the Great Sandy Desert in Australia. I feel fairly certain that this stone has experienced this sort of cold windy wet weather rarely, if ever, in its previous existence.
Sometimes during the heat of August after a thunderstorm, I can almost see the faeries as they dash away from their cooling pool into the grass surrounding it. Right now, I think they have hitched a ride south on the back of the Robin Redbreast Taxi service and are enjoying the balmy air down in Lubbock.
Certainly, I can’t see them swimming in the pool right now.
Yes, that white stuff is snow that hasn’t melted quite yet. Behind the pool stone, you can see the icy snow sitting on the clover.
Any faery worth her salt is living in the yarn basket near the stove in my living room and not out bathing in the labyrinth.
