Bands of gray and cream streaked across the morning sky today. Not a speck of snow covered the ground although it is mid-January. In past years, at least a foot or more has fallen by now and this base accepts the little snows that fall sporadically for days in succession. A melt doesn't occur until at least March; most likely, April. But today, I wait. I've become a weather hawk, and life won't seem right until we get a big storm, the kind where there's nothing to do but stay home from work because I won't make it down my steep driveway until Sean, our snowplow guy, arrives. The day before, I'll shop for groceries. I'll stock chocolate, cinnamon and flour for baking; and carrots, potatoes and celery to make a hearty soup. My husband will bake some bread, a chore he's getting better at all the time. We'll settle in with the cats, some books and yes - the boob tube as long as we still have power. We'll be reminded of winters passed and kindled with the hope that winter and the seasons have not given up on us.
Grapevine and Shed - February Storm 2007
