A Snowy Day

Today is a winter day, a sit by the fire, sipping Irish coffee day.  This is what I am doing right now: sitting by the fire, sipping a warm drink, watching the snow whirl outside.  Fresh clean snow is transforming the backyard.  This is the first snow of the season, the first snow in our Connecticut house.

This morning started dreary.  Yesterday the frost sparkled in the sunlight.  On my errands, I drove over to the Pickin Patch to buy winter squash, potatoes, and apples.  The sign said that chard (along with collard greens and kale) was still available in the fields. Fresh chard would be a great addition to my bean soup so I asked for a bag and then tromped out to the fields.  Frost still clung to some of the leaves.  My hands got cold.  My fingers were wet and numb.  If I was a farmer in colonial New England, I would be worried about bringing in that crop.  I watched a flock of ravens scavenge among the leftover pumpkins in the next field.  This felt like fall in New England.  But today was dreary.

The sun didn’t shine.   The coffee pot was empty as soon as the machine was done.  I started bean soup in the crockpot before I ran two miles with Dude and Peanut.  Princess and the beagle refused to leave the house.  I cleaned up and went to the town library where I volunteer in the history room.   There I checked and labeled some archival boxes.  I copied an article on a 98 year old cider mill that was closing and then filed it.  Then I proofread articles for the historical society newsletter.  Just as I started to read one on horse drawn bobsleighs, my fellow volunteer exclaimed:  “Look at that!”  Out the window large snowflakes gently drifted.  “Time to go,” she announced.  And like that, she was gone.

in the library parking lot

I didn’t leave right away.  The room had been given an 1871 diary written by a woman who had lived in our town.  I wanted to look at that.  The little pocket size book, the neatly written pencil entries intrigued me.  Who was the author?  What was her relation to others in the town at the time?  I pulled some files and began reading.  Fifty minutes later, I glanced out the window to see the snow accumulating on the road outside.  I locked the file cabinets, put the diary in its box and stored it in the archive room.  When I let the reference librarians know that I am leaving, one asked:  “Are you nervous?”  She knows I have little experience driving in the snow.  “Drive slowly.  Put the car in a low gear. Wait, you have that truck.”  I nodded:  “Four wheel drive.”

I scraped the snow from the back, front, and driver side windows.  I should have done the passenger side window as well.  I start to back out, the truck groaned.  I forgot to release the emergency break. Laughing at my nervousness, I drove home.  No one had driven down my street since the snow started.  My driveway looked like a postcard.  My home beckoned, snug and warm.

The dogs were hesitant about going out in the snow.  Do they remember last February? Last winter they lived in the kennels where an indoor accident was simply hosed down.  Today the female pointer bounded off the stairs and raced to the edge of the woods.  The male pointer joined her and they played like two excited kids.  The smaller dogs were more hesitant.  The beagle tried not to go out at all.  Once I got him off the deck, he wandered around the yard, content to explore.  Peanut tried eating the snow.  He tried chasing the snow.  He got too wet and icy and wanted to be picked up.  He is definitely my baby.  Buddy couldn’t make up his mind about the snow.  The stairs became a challenge for his short little seal legs.  I learned dog messes sink rapidly in the snow.

I have to admit, I do find something delightful about the snow.  It changes the way the world looks.  Sometimes change can be a good thing.  As the wind picks up, I sit here wondering if my husband is going to make it down the driveway.  A snow blower sits in the garage but it was bought while I was in California a few weeks ago and I have no idea how it works.  I’ll find out soon, real soon.

About theonceandfutureemptynest

Transitions! Every couple has them: First newlyweds; then parents, then empty nesters. After raising three girls, our nest was empty--just my husband, myself, and three dogs. I taught English to middle school and high school students; my husband was a corporate drudge. Life was good. We went on vacations, had romantic dinners, and enjoyed the peace and quiet. Then a daughter came home. We relocated from California to Connecticut and found ourselves on new adventures.
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