I slept in this morning. When I went to bed last night the snow had stopped but was predicted to restart at about 3:00 a.m. It didn’t happen. The wistful little girl in me felt a wave of disappointment.
At ten o’clock this morning I was having a second cup of coffee when the world was suddenly quiet and I knew the snow was back. All was right with the world. What is it about snow that calms all my beasts?
Even though I know this one is supposed to be a doozy and I will probably consider the snow itself to be a beast if it stays around long, for today I am serene and relaxed and happy. And I love the snow.
It snowed for a long time yesterday but the accumulation was not significant because the ground temperature was warm. That is not the case today. Within a half hour of starting up again the street in front of my house was well covered. It’s supposed to continue for hours.
I’m on the line of the front that is expected to get freezing rain on top of snow. I won’t likely enjoy that. 
That’s when the greatest risk of losing power exists. I’m a fickle snow adorer. I want my snow with all my modern conveniences at hand.
My photos look as if they are black and white. I like the look. But I didn’t photo shop. The day is that gray. If you look closely you can see some hardy children trying to sled in their yard.
I won’t enumerate all the difficulties of being without power. You know what they are. I am fortunate to have gas logs. That means I can stay warm. And Lulu the cat helps with that. She’s also good company. Well, most of the time.
Now I think I will bake some oatmeal muffins so I can have breakfast if the power goes down.
How’s the weather where you are?
Back On My Own 