It’s snowing in Graceland.  Well, it is snowing across the state line in Mississippi where I live and the local TV stations claim it is snowing even more in Memphis than it is here.  No matter where you live, an inch or two of fresh snow is a beautiful sight.

While I did expect hot and humid summers when I moved to the mid-south (now there is a term I hadn’t even noticed before I moved here), I didn’t expect the winters to be colder than I’d experienced in Portland, Oregon.  Not a lot, but definately is colder here.  More days in the twentys and teens than I had in pretty much any winter in thirty years in Portland, or eighteen years in Auburn, Washington, for that matter.

So, I took a walk this morning around the neighborhood, taking pictures of nearby log cabins on the lake, nestled in the trees under a blanket of snow.  Had a nice chat with the neighbor who is rebuilding a fire-damaged cabin.  He has the same first name, works in IT like I did for 22 years, has two Harley’s (one a running 1932) and does real estate renovations on the side.  If we were staying in this area we might become good friends.  Certainly we have a lot in common.  We even share the same first name.  …Just a little slice of life in the mid-south.  Good stuff.

This is a picture of our dock, where I love to sit at dusk and watch the sun as it sets over the trees directly across the lake.  It actually is prettier in the winter with leaves off the trees.  You get to watch the sun longer, plus the added visual intrigue of the sunset behind the stark outlines of the leafless trees.  Then there is the pink, red, and gray reflections in the water.  Did I mention the good life in the mid-south?

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