cabin 7 on another snowy day
Soft and heavy and full the snow falls once again, settling over the mountain like a fresh sheet from the line. A spring snow, calming in her languid easy beauty. Temperatures hover just above freezing. On the horses shedding hair, snow melts instantly, leaving dark patches of brown like big blankets dripping over their steaming backs.
The season lingers. Here, winter comes, settles in, and takes her time to depart. This is her mountain. This is her season. She does not let it go readily. The summer she endures, a brief fleeting glimpse only slightly longer than the brilliant display she shows off in spring and autumn. But winter, winter she allows to come and settle in and stay a while. It is what makes the mountain, the river. It endures. It is the season she wed; the rest are passing fancies.
Pole Mountain behind cabins in snow
Winter. Springsummerfall. The mountain balances the cycle. Springsummerfall. Fleeting seasons. We enjoy them for their dazzling parade then close our eyes and turn within and become a part of the vast white world all around. It is in winter we breathe.
Cold, stark, somehow distant. I believe this is the true nature of the mountain. The rest is a brief show on stage.
new door
The door hung yesterday is somehow symbolic. A door to the once open bathroom. Hanging there, suspended, able to open and close, even before walls that will close off the room even further are built. A door, not so much to leave the past behind but to open up a path to the future, allowing us to step into a new world, tomorrow.
Last night I lay back in the tub with the door propped open by my old worn cowboy boot. In the quiet glow of the candles, I observed where the walls will be, all around me, closing me in. My last soak in the openness. The walls will go up today. This is said not with fear of change, for change is both exciting and inevitable, but in observation only, trying to appreciate each day for the newness it brings. I wish to miss nothing.
Bob's winter cargo van as he arrived home from a trip to town
On a lighter note, Bob hauled home the carpet for the bedroom in the remodel cabin. Remember, this was going to wait for the road to open, trucks to drive in, so far away still is seems… I guess he could not wait. Thought you too might get a chuckle out of how he brought it home… As usual, it worked. We should have the installation compete today, so will share pictures shortly. But I wonder, do you think he’ll do the same for the big window we’re waiting on? He has been known to do such things…