Death of a Snowman

First my apologies to Arthur Miller.

The death of a snowman is not a pretty thing. A slow and messy process. In reality not at all what King Arthur described in Camelot. If you will allow that stretch.

I'm happy to see the temperatures climb above freezing, however, the calming beauty of a landscape blanketed in white has added to my Christmas experience. Suddenly dropping me in the middle of a Currier & Ives print. I could almost hear the sleigh bells. Which would be wonderful, since I’m finding it progressively harder to hear any kind of tinkling.

But still there has been the reality of what is involved in living so close to nature. There is a responsibility to the world around me. Not only that which I have added to it – caring that the cover over the car so that it doesn’t collapse under the weight of the snow - but also to the creatures sharing this little corner of the world.

Small example: we started putting out food for the squirrels and birds. And now we’ve done it often enough that we have to continue. Not only that but we need to be sure what we’re putting out won’t be detrimental. If we don’t provide the type of food required for their survival we could unwittingly be the agent of their demise.

But now turning to something I wrote about on December 15.

That was the “treasure hunt.” Here’s an easier way to find 48°46’17.76”N 9°12’36.79"E

Use the tool at: http://tools.freeside.sk/geolocator/geolocator.html and copy and paste the coordinates in the box provided.

Then zoom in and let me know what you find and I’ll give you the story – my story - behind it.