Southern Snowstorm
We don’t get a lot of snow here in the southeast, but Saturday morning when we got up, there was a dusting of snow on the ground. So here are the promised snow pictures! Those of you in the deep south, eat your heart out, we actually saw snow!
Those of you further north, try not to laugh at the piddling little bit of white stuff we call a snow storm!
Looking out in the backyard, I saw. . .
. . . a little snow, a lot of poultry, and one dog carrying around a HUGE stick!
The bottom pasture was dusted with white, instead of the usual all drab brown.
From there Toby and I headed for the woods. Of course, it too had a bit of snow on the ground, and blown against the tree trunks.
We always check out the creek when we take a walk in the woods.
My other “dog” followed Toby and I into the woods. He likes to rub up against every twig and tree.
The real dog, Toby, would rather hike his leg and pee on every twig and tree, but I spared you a picture of that, ha, ha!
The creek floods frequently, and the banks are eroded, so the exposed tree roots held a drift of snow on them.
Even the slues looked pretty with snowy banks.
By the way, I don’t know if I ever called these little areas of backwater a slue until I met The Farmer. I thought it was just an “Okie-ism”, but he has it right:
Slue: a place of deep mud or mire (also slew or slough ˈslü)
- swamp
- an inlet on a river; also : backwater
- a creek in a marsh or tide flat
Toby crosses these slues wherever it suits him, sometimes at a narrow place, sometimes through deep water.
He loves splashing through water wherever he finds it.
The other “dog” that follows me around, however, is not so keen on the water. He sits on one side of the bank and watches Toby wander.
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In fact, Spot just isn’t any too keen on walking through that frozen stuff called snow.
He makes faces and shakes his paws frequently.
I’m afraid Toby laughs at Spot’s squeamishness over snow and water and all things wet.
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Then Toby proceeded to show off a little and went through the water in the slue again.
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But Spot wasn’t buying it. He promptly sat down in some leaves and declared he was NOT going in that water!
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By then I figured it was time to head back towards the house. In the front yard, the holly looked pretty with a little snowy white alongside the green leaves and red berries.
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But it was warming up some, and the snow wasn’t going to last much longer.
It was forming little ice drops on the tips of some of the leaves.
However, in the shade, the camellia bush still had snowy blossoms.
And since the Camellia ‘Winter Star’ bush is in the flower bed by the front door, I was ready to go back inside and end my picture taking for the day.
