snow day!

Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! It’s snowing. It’s falling like crazy. There’s a blanket of white covering everything. This is great!

I forgot to feed the birds. I gave away my hot chocolate last week. My work plans will have to change.

I’m putting on a pot of soup beans. Making cornbread. Pulling ham slices from the freezer. Pouring a hot cup of coffee.

Pulling the rocking chair up to the wood stove. Snuggling in my fleece.  Throwing on an extra log. Warming my cozy-socked feet.

Glancing out the window…repeatedly. It’s still falling. I think it’s falling harder than at last glance.

I stand at the window and trace snowflakes and hearts and my name on frosty panes. I consider the weight of a snowflake on pine bough.

I read poetry by the fire. Watch Steve snooze. Stir the soup beans. Make mental pictures of this good life.

I cuddle in the corner of the couch and daydream and journal and imagine the baskets I’ll weave and garden I’ll plant. Ummmm, tomato sandwiches.

I return to the window. I trace my hand. I calculate the depth of snow on the picnic table. I spot Sadie (the cat) chasing snowflakes and making what must be a cat’s version of snow angels.

I want to make snow angels!

I find boots and gloves and long underwear and scarves and all manner of things hidden in the backs of closets.

It’s a perfect snow. A perfect day.

I come in from the cold. I am warmed again by the fire and by the friends gathered to celebrate a new day. Inauguration day.

I plan to celebrate with all the hope, awe, wonder  and trust of a child. Please join me.