snow

 Light snow this morning. Yesterday was the winter solstice. Winter has officially begun. Yesterday I took a bucket full of ash from the wood stove, and dumped it in the usual area in the  back about 50 yards from the house. The snow is still very deep, and it took me a surprisingly long time to walk to that spot. I couldn't help but think about the deer and the other animals and how difficult it must be for many of them at this time. 

For other beings, the deep snow is welcome.

Fortunately, for the deer anyway, temperatures are supposed to moderate, and the snow pack will diminish.

 

A meadow mouse, startled by my approach, darts damply across the skunk track. Why is he abroad in daylight? Probably because he feels grieved about the thaw. Today his maze of secret tunnels, laboriously chewed through the matted grass under the snow, are tunnels no more, but only paths exposed to public view and ridicule. Indeed the thawing sun has mocked the basic premises of the microtine economic system!

The mouse is a sober citizen who knows that grass grows in order that mice may store it as underground haystacks, and that snow falls in order that mice may build subways from stack to stack: supply, demand, and transport all neatly organized. To the mouse, snow means freedom from want and fear.

A rough-legged hawk comes sailing over the meadow ahead. Now he stops, hovers like a kingfisher, and then drops like a feathered bomb into the marsh. He does not rise again, so I am sure he has caught, and is now eating, some worried mouse-engineer who could not wait until night to inspect the damage to his well-ordered world.

The rough-leg has no opinion why grass grows, but he is well aware that snow melts in order that hawks may again catch mice. He came down out of the Arctic in the hope of thaws, for to him a thaw means freedom from want and fear. 

January

A Sand County Almanac

Aldo Leopold