A Photo Essay: A Wintry Story of Beauty and Loss
Winter is a month old. No sign of snow, except on the mountains. Mount Rainier has snow year-round. It’s the most heavily glaciated mountain in the lower forty-eight states. Even though I don’t have to drive anywhere, I’m not eager for it to come. I’m content to see snow from a distance, shining in the sun on mountain peaks. And looking at it in my photos from previous winters.
Tibby protected my shade-loving plants from the sun. She shaded me when I sat on my balcony on warm summer days. Her branches provided a resting and nesting place for birds. In winter Tibby was gorgeous in her white coat. She always leaned. I suggested to management at my apartment complex that the tree needed to be braced to keep it from falling over. It did no good. Too much effort and expense, I guess. What’s one more tree? It’s not as if we’re lacking them.
One morning, two years ago, I woke up and came into the living room. It took a moment for the realization to register. There was no more tree by my balcony.
The halfway point of winter, February 2, is less than two weeks away. Plenty of time for the white stuff to come. It’s been known to snow here as late as April. I can’t remember the last time that happened.