Outside my window the snow is falling again - huge flakes blowing from the northwest. People wrapped in dark, flowing coats and furry hats make their way down the icy paths under the low streetlights and the scene reminds me of Akhmatova's poems about St. Petersburg in winter; maybe that is part of my attraction to this northern, frigid city. Earlier, just after dark, I went out and trudged through the snowy paths alongside parents hauling their chidlren on sleds and bundled commuters walking home from the bus and metro. At the inn nearby, a group of three young travelers - two boys and a girl - chattered happily while they dug their car out of the snowbank left by the storm and the plows, as big yellow heavy equipment flashed and hurried down the main street. (J. says that when he saw that Montreal sends out graders to clean up after snowstorms, he knew he had come to the right place.) Everyone seemed pretty happy, considering the rapidity with which serious winter had descended; the snow was so lovely, the air so bright and crisp, the Christmas lights suddenly in perfect context.
Back home, I made a chicken stew with biscuits on top and we ate looking out at the falling snow, Berg and Beethoven piano sonatas on the stereo, a plate of pears and apples in front of us on the table. Yesterday I had a long talk with a friend who had recently been to Stockholm. "It was the first Sunday of Advent, and that's a big deal there," he said. "And there are a lot of, well, probably pagan traditions. Every restaurant has big iron pots outside their door, with fires burning in them, and there are candles everywhere - I think there must have been a billion candles burning in Stockholm that night!"
I've never lived where there wasn't winter; I hope I never do. When I see young kids carrying their hockey sticks and skates on the first cold days, and old women pluckily bringing home their groceries from the depanneur through snow and ice in sub-zero weather, I smile to myself, know we're of the same blood. I'd be hauling kids to the park today too, and launching them over the edge of the hill practically before they could walk, refusing their tears and encouraging them to do it again and again.
Today I looked out once and saw a dark form lying flat and motionless in the unplowed sidewalk across the street. After a while it moved, and then got up: it was a young woman in a dark pea coat and pink knitted hat. She stood still for a moment, shook her shoulders, did a cursory brush-off of her slacks and coat, and set off again at a brisk pace, through the deep snow.
Oh, so romantic and wintry and Yuri and Lara. Thank you for the beautiful imagery on this cold night when we have wet leaves mixed with snow - not quite the same vista.
Posted by: Loretta | December 16, 2005 at 08:43 PM
Beautiful. I used to enjoy winter more, especially when I skied. Maybe I can revive that enjoyment after I shake off the accumulated malaise. Glad you're enjoying it. Have you been to winter carnival in Quebec City?
Posted by: leslee | December 17, 2005 at 10:43 AM
Yes, Beth, lovely. Thank you for this. As someone who lives in a generally minimal snow area - certainly around Xmas, your photos and description almost makes me wish we had some. Though if we did I know I might regret saying this ...
A culinary question: the chicken stew with biscuits on top. What are the biscuits made of? Here in the UK, biscuits often (though not always, we have biscuits for cheese)are what I think North Americans call cookies. I am wondering about the ones you served with your stew...... :-)
Posted by: Mary | December 17, 2005 at 02:07 PM
Thanks, Loretta - yes, it's really pretty here. But cold!
Leslee - I used to ski too and it made winter a lot more fun; I really miss being up in the mountains during deep winter. Now I snowshoe and try to get out and walk as much as I can, otherwise I feel hopelessly cooped up.
Oh, good question, Mary! They are made from butter cut into flour, with baking powder and salt, gathered into a dough and rolled out or shaped quickly into rounds. For a chicken stew like this you put the uncooked biscuits right on the stew and bake the whole thing in the oven; otherwise you'd bake them separately on a cookie sheet. In my family, we sometimes add a little sugar and use these for "shortcake" - baked in the oven until golden, then split in half and served with strawberries and whipped cream. They're also good with jam. But without the sugar they are "baking powder biscuits" and used to accompany meat and vegetables. It's a big Southern thing but I think they're made all over the U.S. So what would you call that in England?
Posted by: beth | December 17, 2005 at 02:28 PM
Goodness Beth, I'm not sure. I'm hovering between dumplings, or plain scones or drop scones even .... I'm not actually sure that we have an exact equivalent over here. Very interesting though, I must investigate further.
Posted by: Mary | December 17, 2005 at 03:33 PM
Wonderful post; made me remember Connecticut winters fondly -- all that snugging down, the bitter cold and brightness.
But I was always a visitor in such landscapes. A real winter is gray meditative days and endless rain :-)
Posted by: dale | December 17, 2005 at 04:38 PM
Brings back memories of Winnipeg and northern BC winters...I miss then a little at this time of year! We are having beautiful frosts though with sunny days and moonlit nights. Thanks Beth, for this. Do enjoy your days ahead leading to Christmas!
Posted by: Marja-Leena | December 17, 2005 at 08:56 PM
beth,
I like the first photo. It looks a lot like Boston.
Posted by: anasalwa | December 17, 2005 at 09:16 PM
I've never lived where there wasn't winter; I hope I never do.
Amen to that! Here in central PA, we're having our earliest snowshoeing conditions ever. So maybe I can shelve for a few years my plans to move north to make up for the effects of global climate change.
Loved your closing image. Great post! And I'm glad your Typepad problems appear to be over.
Posted by: Dave | December 18, 2005 at 09:13 AM
I wondered for a second if I'd missed a snowstorm here in Boston, from that first picture. Could not agree more of the need for winter. I've spent a few years without winter, and I never felt quite right. Would never live in California for this reason. Even getting tired of the cold and mud in February and March just makes me appreciate Spring more. The cold and snow clears my mind, braces my soul.
As long as I have cocoa and decent clothing, of course.
My mother would have called your dinner 'chicken and dumplings,' for what it's worth- and she's Canadian.
Good Yule.
Posted by: zhoen | December 18, 2005 at 09:31 AM
Excuse me, Beth, while I take advantage of the technology here to say something to my fellow Cassandra Pages readers:
Hi everybody. The annual Koufax Awards are running, and accepting nominations from the blog-reading public, and I've nominated the Cassandra Pages in the categories "Best Writing" and "Most Deserving of Wider Attention."
It takes multiple nominations to make it to the semi-final phase, and so if you're moved to, why not join me in nominating Beth? Or, for that matter, any other blog you find worthy. Nominations are open, and you nominate someone by leaving a comment. Here's the link: http://wampum.wabanaki.net/vault/2005/12/002172.html .
That is all.
Posted by: Chris Clarke | December 18, 2005 at 11:32 AM
Prizes are for livestock and small children. While I would certainly like to see Beth get more readers, I am not prepared to say that she deserves them more than other under-appreciated blogs in my daily read. I resist and resent anything that forces me to pick and choose like this. Human beings are not dogs: we do not need to submit to hierarchies and ranking systems in order to become full-fledged members of the pack. Or so I would like to believe.
Posted by: Dave | December 18, 2005 at 04:02 PM
(But Dave, doesn't the statement that "Prizes are for livestock and small children" contain an implicit endorsement of hierarchy?!)
Posted by: Dave | December 18, 2005 at 04:04 PM
Chris, thank you very much, that is a real honor, especially coming from you.
Dave, I tend to agree with you about awards, but please don't be cranky. I'd happily nominate yours for just about every award in the book, and no doubt it would still be under-appreciated. What I *do* really appreciate, much more than winning things is knowing that writers I admire greatly - and you and Chris are on the top of that list - think well of my writing too. That's reward enough for any effort I put in from day to day, and an ongoing challenge to keep trying to do my best.
Posted by: beth | December 18, 2005 at 08:48 PM
Fight the power, Dave.
Posted by: Chris Clarke | December 18, 2005 at 09:05 PM
I'm sorry. You're right, Beth, I have no business bringing my grouchiness over here. (Tune into the Via Neg later today for an all-new exercise in grouchiness!) Perhaps also I should have made it clear that the cassandra pages is always among the three or four blogs i name when people ask me for recommendations of well-written and interesting blogs. (Creek Running North is another.) Unfortunately, this doesn't happen often enough to make much of a difference in your readership, I'm afraid.
But here's the thing: we all want readers, but how many of us have the time to read even a fraction of the blogs that deserve our attention? It seems to me that I have about as many readers as I deserve, right now, given how few hours I spend reading others. Satisfaction with the quality of my writing and photography would be fatal for me, but I am almost reconciled to having just a few, good readers and the time to respond to all their comments. My only ambition is to be able to get some of it in print someday (ideally with a tree-free publisher), because I do so much enjoy the tactile experience of reading books.
Posted by: Dave | December 19, 2005 at 11:56 AM
No apology or clarification necessary, Dave, although I appreciate what you've written here. And I agree with you: I manage to keep up with only a handful of blogs, and comment much less often and much less fully than I wish I could. Still, I'd rather have a smallish number of careful devoted readers - and be that kind of reader for others - than rack up numbers, mainly for the sake of my ego. It is irksome, though, that so much drek makes it into print when there is such great writing - some of it with mind-changing, life-affirming potential - to be found every day on the net with nary a prayer of being widely distributed. I think the next generaltion of blog energy shoudl perhaps go in that direction: moving out, if we can find ways, toward wider distribution of what we all know is so marvelous here.
By tree-free, what do you mean exactly - if you are looking for a way of creating books-in-the-hand? I can't see moving away from "real" books either, and even as e-books become more common, I certainly don't see a stampede int hat direction.
Posted by: beth | December 19, 2005 at 12:48 PM
"It is irksome, though, that so much drek makes it into print when there is such great writing - some of it with mind-changing, life-affirming potential - to be found every day on the net with nary a prayer of being widely distributed."
Yes, you're right - that does rankle a bit. But how could it be otherwise, given the nature of the society we inhabit? I'm all for reaching out to the "unconverted," so to speak, but I think we have to be realistic about the extent to which our value systems do differ from those of most Americans (or even most Canadians). We could probably all do a bit more to promote each other and to find new readers: especially people who currently don't read any blogs, because they've heard that they're all either teen diaries or partisan political mud-fests. The blog carnival seems like one promising new approach. We might also think about things like buying ads in literary and art magazines, for example in support of group efforts such as qarrtsiluni.
"Tree-free" means simply using only paper from 100% post-consumer recycled stock or from non-tree sources such as rags or kenaf. New Society Publishers is the first and only example I'm aware of, at least in the U.S.: see http://www.newsociety.com/NSPaboutnsp.php
Posted by: Dave | December 19, 2005 at 01:52 PM
Wow - that is really interesting. In my professional life, we try to specify recycled paper and, sometimes, soy inks, but I didn't know about the existence of old-growth-free papers and, for example, the Canadian printers who stock and use them. I'm all for this; hats off to New Society Publishers for being the first in the U.S. to do this.
On the other subject - yes, those are good suggestions. I wish that more "good-writing blogs", for lack of a better term, could get a share of the attention that tends to go toward political blogs, with their emphasis on scooping the news or following stories. What we're doing is on the opposite end of the spectrum; it's slow, considered, crafted, and designed for shelf-life, not obsolescence or replacement with the next day's story. The world may be going in the opposite direction, but I do think that there is a place for this - perhaps even increasingly so.
Posted by: beth | December 19, 2005 at 02:30 PM