Sneaky Snow

It’s a good thing I didn’t know snow was forecast, otherwise I might have gotten up several times during the night to peek outside. As it was, I saw the flaky symbol just before going out to walk. I thought, “Yeah! Right! Snow! Tell me another one. All those times you said it would snow last week and nothing came? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Looking at the map, I saw a big blob of gray. With my luck it would slide right by. Marla was out with dog Albert, and I told her snow was close. As we chatted, first one flake and then another flitted by. Snow was really coming down as I strode down the big hill. I took a photo at the stream, hoping to show the flakes. Some were already sticking to the boulders.

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Coming back, I needed a shot to show John that Qualla was white. At that moment he was having breakfast with grandson David in NY.

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The toy camera insisted we take Amy’s house, because Amy was in South Carolina. She would need to know what she was missing.

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The camera also said my now white hair should be recorded. That little gadget has a sense of justice, uncommon for a camera. If I accidentally take unflattering photos of others, I should be willing to expose myself to the same treatment. I didn’t realize it would be a front and back selfie.

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Anne collared by snow

I wondered what I would do with John away. When you’ve been with someone over 50 years on a daily basis, you don’t take that absence lightly. I usually soak up the silence, but this time I put on some Celtic music in the living room. Did I strain to hear it? No, it was blasting, and I could hear every note three rooms away. Evidently, this was going to be a day of surprises.

12 thoughts on “Sneaky Snow

  1. We have yet to have any snow. I am not complaining. However, the weather is so up and down in temps that everyone is sick from it. 😛 I feel certain that we will have an early spring snow. Sometimes that happens in Oklahoma…
    BTW Enjoy your solitude.

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    1. Thanks, I am enjoying my solitude. The snow here has already stopped, with nothing to show for it. I’m sure that’s the way most people like it. We drove through Oklahoma last fall and nearly died of the heat — 90 plus degrees. I’d take snow any day.

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      1. Really, what part of Oklahoma? Do you recall?
        I’d rather it be 100 all day every day than to be cold it is rather muggy here though. Though I do love a certain length of being homebound from cold weather. I love to bake so as long as I have supplies no one really gets hurt, 10 lbs heavier maybe, but no real danger from boredom.

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    1. You must be a kindred spirit. I grew up in West Tennessee, and I claim I had a deprived childhood because I never had enough snow. We lived in NY for 50 years, and I did get my fill, especially when we had blizzards. Now, in NC, we have snow that is often very well behaved. We don’t get a lot, so I try to appreciate every flake. I hope you get a good snow storm before spring.

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  2. I love snow as long as it’s well behaved (as you put it in your last reply). It makes everything look beautiful. I also love Celtic music, funnily enough. I live in an apartment building, though, so I’m not sure that my neighbors would appreciate it if my music was loud enough to hear three rooms away!

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      1. Well, since it was Celtic music, even if they did hear it, perhaps the worst that would happen is they started dancing a little. I can’t listen to Celtic music without at least tapping my feet. 🙂

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