Yesterday, the sky filled with clouds blue as bruises and the light sharp enough to have a blade and the wind blowing hard right out of the west — we walked into the squall, hail-snow cutting with enough force to cause me to turn my back and cover my face, the dogs jacked up and oblivious, racing into the shock of it.
Today, this soft snow filling the cups of spider webs, hundreds and hundreds of them, thousands over both fields. Then the apparition — too many to count, mourning doves by the score, camoed by the gray-white scrub, take off in a rush, the great whirring of their wings causing us to look up and be still.
We had snow on spiderwebs too–I never saw anything like that. It was beautiful!