A Dusting of Snow in Summerville

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Dear Reader:

Any time we have snow in Summerville, it is news! True, it was just a ‘dusting’ (as they say) but what a beautiful one. Anne called me a little after seven to tell me it had just started snowing in her yard….so I opened the bedroom door to the deck but I couldn’t see anything. I told Anne to take some pictures (the title photo is one of hers) for me.

I was sad….I love to watch snow falling…it is one of life’s “extras” in my opinion. Five minutes later…guess what…it was snowing in my yard! I quickly got dressed, grabbed the Iphone and headed out. The first thing I did was open my mouth and taste the snow flurries as they blew by….my favorite thing to do as a child and now, again, as a quite “mature” adult!

My neighbor, Susan, was outside with her camera too so we hooked up and ran around, like children, taking each other’s pictures and laughing.

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What is it about watching snow flurries fall from the sky that bring a mixture of feelings of joy and peace to oneself? It really seems like a gift from heaven….I can imagine God, with a big snowflake box, shaking it while smiling at all the joy it is bringing lowcountry residents… who don’t get to see snow very often.

It didn’t last long…just a little over an hour…but enough to satisfy my longing for it….and the nice thing is we don’t get stuck with any of the clean-up afterwards….it disappears as quickly as it came… leaving us wondering if we dreamed it or we really did have snow.

So that is why I took pictures as evidence of the fact. Susan mentioned that there is always a distinct and peaceful silence that accompanies snow. She’s right…there is something quite spiritual about a snowfall…even just flurries.

Like Anne’s title photo….the most beautiful pictures are the snow photos captured in their natural state….like this Bradford pear branch…with just a dusting of snow covering it.

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Here are two other photos from Anne that she took:

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When I sent this photo to Rutledge of his beloved train and Hope the dolphin, Mollie texted back that he was ready to come to Summerville…I had to tell her sadly that the snow flurries had stopped and now it was just plain freezing….too cold to go out and play, with  no snow.

IMG_9573Then I started thinking…was it just last Saturday when Mollie and the boys were here and it was in the high sixties?….We all played outside with just sweat-shirts and t-shirts on. This is one crazy winter weather pattern we are in.

IMG_9700 The cold day yesterday got stranger as the sun would try to peek out among the clouds….One time while I was reading in the happy room…a stream of light from  the sun hit the green plant on the coffee table and it looked like Moses’ burning bush….it just glowed…. turning the leaves white. Beautiful!

 

And now for the last set of pictorial memories from the snow “dusting’ of 2016.

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8051109So until tomorrow….”Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”
― Mary Oliver

 

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

  • Matthew, Jackson’s son, who lives in Asheville, got a lot more snow than just pretty flurries…they got the real thing.
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  • And now let’s look at Henry’s (Brooke’s son who lives in NYC)  patio. What a difference location makes!
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  • Did you see the beautiful moon last night…I was actually checking emails around 8:30  and I noticed a strange light on the computer so I looked out my window and there was that beautiful silver ball of beauty staring back at me.
  • When I took the picture some other light was reflecting so it looked like the moon and then under it another little moon….really strange. Moon and Mini-Me Moon. (The window-screen, which is hardly noticeable at all normally….made the photograph appear like I was looking out a jail cell or something.)
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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to A Dusting of Snow in Summerville

  1. Johnny Johnson says:

    The snow falling really was pretty! I like you was right out there while it was falling! Brings out the inner child in you! I however missed the moon! Must have been a full moon from the looks of it. All in all the snow made for a great start to a Saturday morning!

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    • Becky Dingle says:

      It made for a great start for a Saturday morning…..to get to run around and play doesn’t happen that often and listen to the stillness of the snow was so uplifting! Glad you enjoyed it too!

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