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Snow Falls Twice Here

Imbolc                                                         Black Mountain Moon (New)

With each snow here there are two separate snowfalls. The first happens when the snow begins, floating down to blanket the earth and the trees. The second snowfall may happen soon after, or be delayed by a day or two. When the weather pattern shifts, the winds come. They dislodge the snow gathered on the sloping branches of the lodgepole pine, a white mist of snow fans out from the branch, following the wind and a large clot of snow falls to the ground.

This second snowfall is more gradual and more idiosyncratic than the first. It depends on how much snow stuck to the lodgepole’s branches, which direction the wind comes from, the sun’s melting the snow and obstructions that divert the wind through the trees. It happens in bursts of white, sometimes many in sequence, as if dominoes had toppled over. Sometimes only one branch dislodges its snow.

 

Lucky

Imbolc                                                                                   Settling Moon II

Black Mountain becomes obscured during a snow. That massif over 10,000 feet high disappears behind a fall of frozen water. Knowing it stands so close, so big, yet absent from its usual place on the horizon amplifies the silence. Even while following my yellow Cub Cadet snowblower up and down the driveway, its engine’s noisy violence preceding me, even then the quiet dominated. Now, finished, the driveway showing black against the white, snow continues to drift down, filling in behind the noise of the snowblower, sopping up the disturbance and returning the cushioned world.

Living on a mountain. In a small forest of lodgepole pine dusted by that great flour sifter. (Kate’s image) Lucky we live Shadow Mountain.

Snowy Day

Imbolc                                                                          Settling Moon II

This is more like what people have told us about the snows here. We must have had 8-10 inches already and it’s still snowing steadily. Jefferson County plows have already made several passes and it’s only 6:15 am.

Over the last week I contacted the Denver Post to get a newspaper tube for our morning paper. Why? Because I’ve chewed up two of them in the snowblower. This morning would have been the same. The carrier throws the paper on the driveway; it gets snowed on, then the plows come and the paper disappears. Tube went up on Sunday and I retrieved the first paper from it this morning. Handy.

The dogs prance and roll in the snow. Play, bounding up and out of it, like porpoises.

Annie leaves late this afternoon, wanting to get to a motel closer to the airport because of the snow. She and Kate visited one of the ten best quilt shops in the U.S. yesterday. Parker, Colorado. They plan to see the Golden Quilt museum today, weather permitting.

Heart Shaped Weather

Imbolc                                                                         Settling Moon II

Valentine’s Day will be warm here in Conifer, around 60. Andover is at -2 with a -28 windchill. A contrast.

A persistent ridge of high pressure has dominated the weather pattern here in the west while an equally persistent trough of low pressure has dominated the east. Minnesota has been in a colder than normal pattern as a result; we’ve been warmer.

As each warm spell arrives, it feels as if spring has arrived. Later, as will happen Sunday, the weather cools down again. Not cold, but markedly cooler. That’s when the snow comes. So far each recent snowfall has been followed by a warmup. And our south facing asphalt driveway responds by melting the snow, though I did have to blow it once this week after a 7 inch or so snowfall.

And that’s all the weather for now.

Mr. Atom and Back to the Treadmill

Imbolc                                                                             Settling Moon II

62 here yesterday. A record warm spell for Denver, not sure about up here on Shadow Mountain. Kate and I went out in shirtsleeves, looking at plants in the front, trying to decide what they were. Bearberry, I think, or kinnikinnick, which it turns out is used as a tobacco by Native Americans. A small, evergreen shrub that lies low to the ground, kinnikinnick is a ground cover I tried to grow in Minnesota but could never make last. It grows on the edge of Montane forests where it’s sunny. Just where this is.

Had the Geowater folks here yesterday testing our water from various spots in the house.Looking mostly at corrosivity and radionuclides. We have a radon mitigation system in place so the latter is not out of the realm of possibility. Corrosivity will test the ph of the water, specifically to see if our well is the source of the acidic water in the boiler.

Started my exercise regime yesterday evening. Painful. I have detrained aerobically and in terms of resistance, plus there’s the effect (complicated) of altitude. I started over after a 7-week layoff during our cruise and this is about the same length of time away, so the difficulty getting back to it is familiar, if not welcome.

 

Solar Snow Plowing

Imbolc                                                                             Settling Moon II

Snow today. Varied forecasts, but temperatures in the high 50’s and possible 60’s the next three days. Solar snow plowing is a very non-Minnesota experience, except perhaps in late March. Makes the work pretty simple. Snow falls. Pull up blinds. Watch snow melt.

There are now large expanses of empty space up here in the loft, journals and novel material are together, standing next to the DVD’s. Filing begins today. A lot of work still ahead, but I don’t have that surrounded by chaos sense I had up until yesterday.

A working space has begun to take shape, a sort of Greek gymnasium where I can work out, study and write. The rubber mats shipped yesterday, somewhat ahead of schedule. Mike (the Fence Guy) comes today to remove our cardboard and move a couple of things for us, one of them being the TV up here to the loft.

 

 

Imbolc 2015

Imbolc                                                                          Settling Moon II

Our first full day on Shadow Mountain was the Winter Solstice on December 21st. Now the earth has moved further along its orbit, the Great Wheel come round to Imbolc. Longtime readers of Ancientrails will know that Imbolc=in the belly, a phrase focused on the quickening of ewes around this time and the reintroduction of milk to the Celtic diet. The fallow season, begun on Samhain, October 31st, continues for another six weeks, but the pregnancy of the sheep is a clear and visible sign of the coming spring.

Imbolc also celebrates the triple-goddess Bridgit, who rules the hearth, the smithy and poetry. It is, therefore, a fire festival-the domestic fire, the craftsperson’s fire and the fire of creative inspiration. At Kildare 19 nuns kept a perpetual flame going in honor of St. Brigid, the Roman Catholic appropriation of the Celtic goddess. The assumption is that the 19 nuns continued a practice already in existence, women of the Auld Faith maintaining a perpetual flame for the goddess.

Though in Ireland Imbolc would come as temperatures were in the 40’s and rising (fahrenheit), here in the continental mid-latitudes it often comes in the coldest part of winter. We had about 6 inches of new powder here in Conifer last night and the temperature was 9 degrees, for example.

The message of Imbolc has two basic levels. The pregnant ewe represents earth’s fertility, the natural world’s ongoing creative force. Imbolc sends a declaration that the natural world will not be denied, not by cold nor by a time of barrenness.

In the same way Bridgit’s domains: hearth, smithy and poetry underwrite the human aspect of this natural creative impulse. In our homes we have and raise children, feeding them from the fire of our hearths and hearts. In our work we use the fire of our crafts to adapt to and be part of the natural order. (Yes, we can also use the fire of our crafts to burn fossil fuels, clear cut forests and poison the oceans. But this is not the way we celebrate on Imbolc.) Finally, we can use the fire in our souls to bring poetry, song, painting, literature into the world, manifestations of the human that delight us all.

Imbolc then is a time for considering garden and agricultural plans, planning how you might co-operate with the earth’s creativity. It is, too, a time for considering the new at home, at work and in your own poetry, your own music, your own art. This Imbolc is a time for finding those small seeds that will grow, over the coming growing season, into something substantial.

 

Six Weeks In

Winter                                                                        Settling Moon II

After a bitter and snowy introduction to Colorado, followed by a milder, but still snowy time, we’ve experienced mild temperatures and dry weather. This doesn’t look likely to change soon either. Not only do the western slope snows drive the ski and snowboard resorts, the total snowfall has a huge impact on that most Western of issues: water. Dry winter weather makes people twitchy here, even though ski resorts report good numbers so far.

Six weeks in the settling in part of our home work has advanced a good bit. Kate’s sewing area has begun to take shape and is free of cardboard for the most part. The reading room/dining room area is free of cardboard, too, as are the living room and master bedroom. The garage still has most of its contents in boxes, a task we’re saving until more clement weather.

My loft only has DVD’s in boxes and boxes that were misplaced during the move and now need to migrate downstairs. Since Jon and I discussed the built-in bookshelves, I’ve shifted my work with the books from shelving them in anticipation of a permanent location to clumping them on shelves according to content. This will allow me access to the books by category, while making it much easier to move them to make way for carpentry.

When packing, I had to pack the books by size, now they have to be sorted back into meaningful agglomerations. That’s taking a while, as you might expect.

We’ve already come to love our mountain home, neighborhood and area. It’s a unique area with a distinct sense of place. Our family life here has begun slowly, but we’re here now. Slow is good.

A Mountain Spirit

Winter                                                                                     Settling Moon II

Sunny and 68 degrees! The sound of snow melting and falling off the roof sounds like rain. The driveway will be clear if this lasts another day. Oddly, we’re the warmest of several weather stations in the Conifer, Evergreen area. Weather Underground allows you to tap into personal weather stations and there’s one very close to us that’s showing the 68 temperature.

The colder, darker days of Minnesota were great for writing, for contemplation. This weather will push me outdoors more, I’m sure. Once, that is, I’ve got my working space in order.

Discovered two neighborhood businesses today: HAN Motogear and Black MountainHAN MotogearStaging and Design. Eduardo and Holly run HAN Motogear out of a large shed. They live directly across the street from us. Black Mountain Staging and Design, which is also close, is run by Shirley Jorgensen and has a Viking featured on the website. Seems pretty familiar. And, for that matter, this loft in which I write was a home to a small business before we bought the house. A mountain entrepreneurial spirit roams here.

Well. Back to the book arranging. Fun.

 

Ordinary Things

Winter                                                                            Settling II Moon

Exactly a month has passed since we got here. A lot of ordinary things have happened: boxes opened, license plates changed and driver’s licenses as well, found a vet, a place to do our business meetings, grocery store and pharmacies, furniture assembled. That sort of thing.

Each one of these and others like them have begun to layer over our Minnesota identities, helped us reorient to Colorado, to the mountains, to our new home. Like those Russian nesting dolls, we will not so much replace the Minnesota identity as overlay it with a new one, pushing the Indiana and Iowa, Wisconsin and Texas identities further down in our psyches. In that sense we are hyphenated so I am an Okie-Hoosier-Badger-Gopher-Coloradan while Kate is a Gopher-Iowa-Texas-Gopher-Coloradan.

Taking Gabe to the National Western Stock Show yesterday (Ruth got sick.) was a not so ordinary part of this process. Though I’ve taken the grandkids to the Stock Show for several years this was the first time I went as a Coloradan and Westerner. When the Westernaires, a precision and trick riding group from Jefferson County, rode out during the rodeo, we cheered. These were the home county kids.

The gestalt of being at the Stock Show was different, too. Before I would look at the rhinestone jeans, the oversized belt buckles, Stetson hats and cowboy boots as evidence of a different tribe, one that lived far from my Scandinavian minimalist home in Minnesota. Now I have to take them as my neighbors, my fellow Coloradans. That means I have to place myself among them, rather than apart from them. The difference may seem subtle, but in sizing up this new, outer layer of the nesting doll that I am, it makes a big difference.

Another gestalt that has a lot psychic friction is geological. Mountains not lakes, pines not deciduous, arid not wet, high not flat, thin dry air not moist heavy air. These are not subtle dialectics that gradually make themselves felt, but insistent, body changing realities that affect daily life. All this frisson enlivens me, makes me wake up to my world. It makes the change worthwhile.