First Snow in Munds Park


First Snow in Munds Park

Yesterday was the first time I’ve experienced snow in Munds Park. This is my sixth summer here and I usually stay from the middle of May to the end of October. I hadn’t seen snow falling for more than ten years, since I’d owned a cabin in the mountains south of Prescott. I grew up in New Jersey, so I know snow, but it’s quite different now that I’m retired and don’t have to go anywhere at a specific time.

My dogs Sparky and Louie are unaccustomed to the snow. They were curled up on the bed when I awoke at seven a.m. It was toasty in the bedroom as the wall heater and the electric blanket were on. I got on my turtleneck, wool sweater, thick sweat pants, wool coat, a hat and one mitten. (The other is lost somewhere.) The dog had slept in their sweaters so they were ready to brave the cold. I turned off the blanket and wall heater. The living room was frigid but I quickly turned on the wall heaters and figured it would be warm when we returned from our walk.

When I opened the arcadia door curtains I was surprised to see thick snow falling. My potted plants were huddled on my porch and I vowed to take them inside after our walk. We ventured out.

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The snow was wet and sticking to the road and ground. It was picturesque on the yellow and red autumn leaves and the pine needles. Louie, my pokey little puppy who’s nine years old, was not pleased with the wet and cold. He searched for un-snowed upon ground protected by the tall pines.

I walked along the street, taking in the wonders. A few inches of snow change the usual landscape.

Wildflowers caught by surprise

Wildflowers caught by surprise

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My camera phone got wet as I snapped shots of the trees and flowers transformed into art. It was tough to juggle the two dogs’ leashes, the bag of poop, and the phone.

The snow managed to infiltrate my sneakers. My hat was heavy and wet with the white stuff. When we got back to the house, I took off the sopping coat and hat. I was going to leave them on the porch, but figured they might freeze so I hung them in the bathroom. I left the sneakers and socks on a mat by the front door and changed into those soft, fuzzy socks and some boots to bring in the potted plants. I soon found out that the boots were not waterproof in the least. By the time I’d located boxes in my storage shed, put plastic bags on the bottom of them and hauled in the geraniums, coleus (or is that colei in the plural?) philodendron, and Christmas cacti, my feet were soaked and ice cold.

I figured the only way to warm my feet was to take a hot shower. I fired up the bathroom heater and took a long, hot shower. By the time I got out, the bathroom was toasty.

I made some hot tea and settled in to read the papers and watch the morning news shows. Problem. There was no signal from the satellite dish as it was covered with snow. Luckily my dish is not on the roof, but on a piece of lumber over my driveway. I waited until it stopped snowing before I got out a broom to clear it off. I watched programs I’d recorded and caught up on Father Brown, Scott and Bailey, Jeopardy, and the Daily Show.

IMG_1041_edited-1The snow finally stopped coming down so I cleared off the dish. I let the dogs out the door to fend for their own pee break. Louie didn’t go more than five feet from the porch. I lured Sparky back from a snowy romp by calling out “Treat!”

I was a sloth the rest of the day. I cooked eggs and bacon for lunch and a chicken quesadilla for dinner, with many sweet snacks in between. I can’t remember the last time I was so indolent.

It cleared up enough to take the dogs on a nice afternoon walk. When I took them out at night, I almost landed on my butt because the water from melted snow on my porch had become a sheet of ice.

This morning there was still snow on the ground and it was only 21 degrees when I took the dogs out at 7:30 a.m. But the sun was shining and I was back to my energetic self.

Annie’s new novel, Reinvented Lives is available on Amazon in trade paperback or the Kindle edition.

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