While we slept, the clear sky allowed any residual heat from the previous day to rise and escape. The polar air mass that has filled our little Alpine valley pressed down like a huge iceberg, and the night got colder and colder. Deep dark cold.
| My first view |
After Kim and Lucy headed out the door for their day in Reno (Lu will choose the orthodontist over AP Econ any day) I noticed the fog starting to lift slightly. Glancing out the window at the snow covered landscape an incredible scene was revealed. The freezing fog had left the trees, fences, and all manner of objects cloaked in a fuzzy white coating of "Pogo-Nip". Not sure where that name comes from. I think I read once in the local newspapers that it originated with native Americans. At any rate, it is an incredibly beautiful phenomenon.
| Emily's Garden |
As I turned back toward the house, the sight of our shade tree that shelters the kitchen window from the summer sun was striking. Frost blossomed from the bare winter branches and contrasted with the warm beige color of the house.
| Our shade tree. |
The antique hay rake beyond the fence of our front yard was glazed with a sugary frosting that looked good enough to eat. I wouldn't try it however. Don't want to get my tongue stuck! As I crouched there, focusing my camera, I couldn't help but think about the contrast between the seasons here in the Sierra Valley. I guess it is what makes each season so enjoyable. Even though this "hard cold" has been with us for over a week now, all it took was this incredibly beautiful morning to stave off the longing for spring and summer.
| This rake has seen warmer days! |
| Snow sculptures! |
Finally, I headed back up toward the house and to the driveway. We have a basketball hoop set on the right of the drive. Lucy uses it occasionally to practice her shooting skills. Last year I installed a barrier net to keep the ball from straying into the yard or hitting my parked truck on an errant shot. On her trip out to feed the animals early this morning, Lucy could not resist the "Pogo-Nipped" net, and using her finger printed her name. I added her jersey number (24) and (for obvious reasons) a heart.
| Lu is a tagger! |
The sun has finally come out, and the frosty coating of frozen fog is rapidly disappearing. It is going to be another cold but outstanding day here at the Rainbow Ranch.
That's All!
Wow, dad! Nice post...you're gettin' downright poetic, there! ;) Really cool pics. I don't think I ever saw "Pogo-Nip" before...or ever heard that expression, for that matter...I think you made it up! (but that's okay. A little poetic license.)
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Opie
Gee Wiz Dad! I gotta agree with Viola on this one, I felt like I was reading The Polar Express...don't ask why. It looks b-e-a-utiful! Great pictures, gosh so now you're a writer and you're taking up photography, I guess you really can teach an old dog new tricks!
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Mango
Found out that "pogonip" is an English adaptation of the Shoshone word meaning "cloud" (payinappih). Kinda cool ehh? (pun intended!)
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