Thursday, January 26, 2012
I hereby dub last weekend "Snow White, Blood Red," in keeping with Farfara's fairy tale theme.
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| Fairy tales happen here |
It's so gorgeous with the snow falling that I'm beginning to regret telling everyone that winter (November-June) was a dull time to visit.
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| How is it that we can watch the sun set over the ocean from our house on the East Coast? It's all about the Bay, baby. |
In related news: why on earth don't we own a sled? Farfara Way has not yet realized its full potential.
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| This is where I read, of a sun-drenched evening when the snow turns every surface fiery. |
The next morning, I tell D (in decidedly unfrigid Honolulu) how beautiful it is at Farfara, where the only things marring the snow are the prints of a bunny that made its way past in the night.
"A coyote-bunny hybrid?" D asks.
I consider this for a moment, trying to unearth its logic. I think it's that our coyotes, the Nova Scotian beasts who have taken the nearly unprecedented step of attacking human hikers, are thought to be wolf cross-breeds.
"If so," I finally say, "I'm a lot less worried about these coyotes, because they are less than a foot tall. And they hop, which, let's face it, isn't that scary."
"Clearly you have never seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail," D replies.
Oh, but I have. And just like that, I've got one more thing to worry about.
"Clearly you have never seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail," D replies.
Oh, but I have. And just like that, I've got one more thing to worry about.
I have a feeling that the were-rabbit in one of the Wallace and Gromit films was pretty big too. But clearly I have never seen it or Monty Python and the Holy Grail: I've just heard about them.
"Fairy tales happen here"
Looking at that photo, I can believe it.
What gorgeous photos! I've been enjoying the nearly snow-less winter we've been having around the Washington D.C. area, but part of that is because it's so wretched to drive around here when it snows. Your photos make me miss when I lived in New England (though I know you are further north than that.)
Both of those films are sublime, Laura. Sublime.
Meanwhile, your note is making me miss DC, Christy, where I spent my whole childhood. I'll really be envying you come Spring, when it is still snowing and slushing here, and the azaleas are blooming in the District. Sigh....