Sunday, 20 December 2009

Snowy blanket

Up very early again, the insomina sedated only or a few hours due to a busy, panic fuelled day. We saw friends in the evening too and though very enjoyable indeed, I does make me tired to socialise. So here I am again up at 5.30am to have my comforting porridge and honey. Of course it is still very dark in the kitchen but this morning there is an eerie yellow glow through the back door window panes. It is snowing. It has been since we went to bed, it was just starting then, now there is a good thick blanket over the world, my world that I can see from my safe home in my dressing gown. I open the door and all is so hushed, the snowflakes fall in utter silence and lay themselves on those already settled. The wind is up a little and the air is frosty; Maggie awakens in her bed and after an icy blow through the open door she makes a gruff noise and nuzzles further into her blankets.

With snow outside my window falling steadily and getting thicker I am reminded of the tog system of duvets. Over the hours that tog raises to extra thick, if only it were fluffy and warm. The street looks prettier and I feel safer, how can there be pain and suffering in a place so cottony and muted?

I am reminded of an old favourite:

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though,
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the wood and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

Sleep tight everyone x


  1. Oh, you have snow, but we just settle for rainfall which drops everyday soon after midday.. Its really wet here!

  2. Carrie sweetie ! I could almost see a perfect picture of you peeking out your door and enjoying that wonderful hushed sound of snow falling .. I know it is actually lack of sound but to me it is the most wonderful sound (I almost don't hear the tinnitus : )
    Unlike Maggie (she has the right idea of snuggling further into her blankets) the girls would race to sniff the open door .. of course the screen door would still be closed to discourage them from thinking they could set a paw outside ? LOL .. Fresh fluffy snow does seem to clean up the world around us , doesn't it ?
    I love that Frost poem .. those last lines repeat in my head a lot .. hope you get some sleep soon .. go back to bed and have a good long nap ! : )
    Joy : )

  3. Hello Carrie

    I just released where your blog location was - I used to spend many a summer's day at the castle or else looking over at it from the other side of the lough. I'm sure the castle is lovely covered in snow today.

  4. Lovely post! I don't blame Maggie for nuzzling into her blankets when it's like this. Flighty xx

  5. A delightful post Carrie. Have a lovely Christmas,

  6. I really enjoyed this post! I love Robert Frost. We had a blizzard here in Massachusetts today so we stayed inside all day and watched the snowfall. Poor Ellie wanted to go outside but the snow was way over her head... poor little dog.

  7. Thank you for all your comments. In the end Maggie loved the snow and stuck her face right in it, it was rather funny.
    Still having trouble with sleep, I hope it sorts itself out before Christmas Eve, Santa only comes when you're sleeping doesn't he!


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