Here comes the snow

While the rest of the community packed into the grocery store to stock up on heaping carts full of supplies, just in case we’re snowed in for the rest of winter, I checked my coffee supply and panicked. Four scoops left! Oh my gosh!

I left the house at 12:50 PM, without a flake of snow in evidence. Halfway to the store, tiny flakes began falling. When I came back home, thick flakes drifted lazily down. And now, an hour later, the road is covered and the snow is coming down with purpose...slightly less than a vertical fall, now. More diagonal. Wind must be picking up. The snow is beginning to pile up. I think we’re having a snow storm!

I’m awash in coffee, the wood racks are filled to the brim, and I have plenty of dry kindling. That is the recipe for snug contentment.

I’m sure I’d be much less sanguine if I had a long commute ahead of me. Rush hour will be a nightmare this evening.

Meanwhile, a very cold and lonely crow is perched on the roof ridge on the house across the street. He must be cold—his feathers are all puffed up. And, every few seconds, he flaps his wings to shake the snow off. Pretty soon he won’t look like a crow if he doesn’t go take cover somewhere. But he just sits there, watching the world go by. Guess he likes snow, too.