I had been concentrating on Photoshop downloading into my Iphone for about five weary hours. In my computerized stupor the phone rang startling me out of my numb concentration. Hmmm Harford County? Is there something I haven’t paid? I answered a cautious hello to a voice mail warning all Harford Residents of a severe winter storm quickly approaching. The anonymous angel of information gave practical advice…like NO cars on the street or they will be towed away. Be sure you have enough food and toilet paper (don’t people have more than a single roll of toilet paper at any given moment?) and reliable heat…..hmm wish we had some taco chips and salsa or a bag of Oreos. We will have to manage with open bags of lettuce, an over ripe avocado and speckling pear. It is the old pioneer spirit of making the best out of whatever is at hand. Hey at least we aren’t in a Conestoga wagon stuck on the Midwestern plains!
The storm was to make its appearance around midnight and possibly last until Sunday…whoa, canceling all those churches having their Christmas services they have planned for weeks, and the parishioners eager to wear their red sweaters with snowmen embroidered on them….But think about it for a moment, who isn’t to say it couldn’t be a more spiritual experience to just stay home, cocooned with billows of blustering snow, surrounded with loved ones.
Going to bed at midnight I left my blinds open to see the snow when it arrived. Around 3:00am I was positive I was hearing howling winds and bending trees, but it was only my cpap machine whistling up my nose!! But there was a shimmering brilliance in the room, like a hovering space craft, so I removed the pesky mask and peeked out the window…wowzers, the snow was deep and still falling.
Grandma Rhoda lived next door to us and I managed to get to her home. A frozen stiff walking, talking snowgirl crept into her hallway. Quickly Grandma whisked me to the basement and stood me in front of the coal furnace where the heat made my wool clothing steam and smell like dead sheep. But the warmth penetrated once she stripped me of my soppy snow covered clothes. Slowly warming we went upstairs to the kitchen that ALWAYS smelled yummy. Sitting on a pretty white dish was a treat of homemade bread slathered with butter and doused with SUGAR! It was my Sugar Plum treat.
I took my camera to bed last night, well not literally to bed, but next to it, to start capturing the beauty of the day before the bulking, hulking snow removal trucks make mush of it. So enjoy.