Tuesday evening....the labors of the day have been met, and the promised time of rest and relaxation is upon me as I write.
This was an odd kind of day. One of those that keeping dividing into more and more parts. Like peeling an onion, each layer removed reveals another to deal with. Those are not my best 'kind' of days.....luckily they don't come as often as they used to.
I had a belated birthday luncheon with old friends at noon, and we had such a nice visit. One gift of age is time to savor what you choose to do with your day. I got back home around 4, and a nap seemed in order, so I did that...*VBS*.
I had taken my finished rug, and the two that are in progress to show the gals. I left them rolled up in the back seat of the car when I got home. I had my arms full of packages and presents..*S*
I decided about 8 or so, to run out and get them from the car, so I could crochet. I have to confess that hearing the weather blurbs at timed intervals prompted my action. Believe it or not...we have S.N.O.W. in our overnight forecast! Quite a shock!!!
And as the weatherman said...'from 80 degrees to snow in less than 5 days'....it's quite a shock.
It sounds like my friend Darcie, in ND, will get it first. Northern MN and WI are expecting 6-8 inches. The band will be lighter as it comes further south....but my area is still in for everything from rain, freezing rain to 4+" of accumulation. Happy Oct. 11th apparently.
As I stood outside tonight, thinking about weather and looking at the darkened sky, I couldn't help but wonder about it all. That and be amazed.
The sky wasn't the midnight black of a clear star lite night. It was a soft velvety black, looking almost charcoal in places. No stars were visible, nor was the just-past-full moon. How dark our world seems without the stars and moon shining up there.
You learn early on, as a child, how much snow lightens and brightens the landscape. It's white, after all, and it will reflect even a tiny pinpoint of light. The brillance of it on a clear bright day hurts your eyes. In the dusk of evening, or a rising moon, you can see to walk a country road. Even those that have no street lights to aid you.
I have lived most of my 66 winters in a climate where snow is a reality. A year was spent in Biloxi, MS where nothing resembling snow happened...LOL, altho the pecans were great!! And another year(compliments of the USAF) was spent on the Oregon coastline. It snowed once. On the opposite side of the road from our little country home...*VBG* Guess that leaves me with about 63 years of snow, doesn't it?
I've heard people say that they don't miss snow at all, after moving to a year round warmer climate. But you know, I would miss snow. Somehow it's part of the reality of who I am. If I lived where snow didn't happen, I would miss it. I would feel deprived of the wonder of watching it drift down slow and soft and white, as if from heaven. Surely it must come from heaven. I'd miss what happens when Mother Nature decided to "stir things up" and sends a blizzard. It is a powerful and mighty force that can dump foot after foot of frozen moisture on you, and whip it up with winds that howl and moan around the buildings. That can pile the white stuff 20 feet or more high one day, and be all calm and sparkling white the next. Power like that is to be respected.
I guess what I am trying to say is that after all these years, the prospect of the first snow is still an "event". It creates an excitement. The child who loved snow stirs and awakens. It's the kind of anticipation where you peek out in the middle of the night to see if "it" is here yet. Where you sit with your mug of morning coffee and watch "it" happen and smile.
And when you sit at a computer, at night,in WI and talk about the years gone by and about the coming of snow.
Out of the quilt closet...
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