Silent Snow

Holy wah! Would you believe that yesterday I was running around in sandals? Seriously. There was no snow on the ground. This is what I awoke to this morning.

I think what I like most about snow is that it is so quiet. While I was sleeping, my world silently transformed into Winter Wonderland.

Before sunrise, on my way to stoke the fire in the woodboiler, everything feels Clean. Fresh. Pure. An illusion, but still, a moment to savor.

Tangled strings of Christmas lights in a primitive well bucket cast a celestial glow in the woodshed.

It is a perfect winter morning: Fresh Copper Country air and the crackle of burning logs.

Greetings from the Copper Country

Hello. My name is Diane and this is my first blog. I have been inspired by so many wonderful blogs that I just had to try it myself.

I feel fortunate to live in a very special place called the Keweenaw Peninsula. It's located in the far western portion of Michigan's Upper Peninsula. It is mainly forestland dotted with small inland lakes and streams and surrounded by Lake Superior. Around the turn of the century (the one prior to Y2K), the area was booming and considered to be the copper mining capital of the world. Yes, the world. Now that the mines are closed, it's mostly mining ruins and small towns, though the landscape is still rugged, wild, and incredibly beautiful. Living here is not for the faint of heart, however; winter lasts a solid six months of the year, and the nearest Starbucks is 90 miles away. The locals say we have two seasons: winter and rough sledding.

I live with my husband on a 60-acre hobby farm with a half-dozen outbuildings and a big red barn that was built in the thirties. A pretty trout stream meanders through our lower field. I love all things old and nature's gifts (with the exception of cluster flies and mosquitoes, perhaps).

I hope you'll visit again.