Sunday

I love waiting for a storm and having it be a wonderful one.


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Middle and I love the word thundersnow.


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The boys had finished shooting, supplies had been procured.


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Cold-weather food had been prepared.


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The storm started very early in the morning and was not a disappointment.


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But you probably know that.

And we, in our cozy house?
We sat by the fire and played cards


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and watched movies and had chili


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and took a nose-dive into the deepest snow we've probably ever seen.


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This morning, the boys dug out and we had Irish steel-cut oats.


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The house is silent, sound-proofed by a couple of feet of snow over and around us.
There is no traffic outside and only the sound of our neighbor's snow blower and shovels.

And it is all the things I love.





Comments

It seems peaceful and cozy and perfect. Glad you are safe and have power, too.
Katy Murphy said…
Jealous over here on the Pac NW side. Thanks for sharing, as always. 💚
Poppy Buxom said…
I'm glad you enjoy it. I'm even more glad that you have supplies and hunkered down for some fun. Me, I'm just glad Young Master Buxom only has to trudge a couple of blocks to get to class and back--in Boston, where people know how to deal with this stuff. I'd be worried if he were in D.C.
kmkat said…
Truly, there is nothing like a good blizzard in a city. It insulates us and breaks down barriers between neighbors all at the same time. I used to love it when that happened when we lived in Minneapolis. Here in the woods in WI, it means waiting until we can get someone to plow the driveway -- and hoping there are no medical emergencies in the meantime.

Elder Son emailed me once from NYC during a blizzard there, saying, "I am standing in the middle of Lexington Ave and there are NO CARS IN SIGHT!"