Yes, I'm aware that it's December. I'm also cognizant of the fact that some folks have been buried in much deeper snow for some time now. Which makes me pretty certain that those same persons will have little sympathy for me concerning the snow that arrived last week here on the mountain.
It all started with the weather man hinting that we might possibly see some flakes of the white stuff. Of course that resulted in me sending the poor fellow evil thoughts and wishes that all those flakes land in his boots rather than in my yard.
I remember a time long long ago when I was excited to see the merest sign of snow, for it meant time out of school and days spent playing in the pitiful excuse of southern snow that usually wasn't deep enough to even cover the shortest grass. That was, of course, the days before I became an adult and had to work outside in ice storms or other bitterly cold weather. After that, snow days lost their appeal... meaning only frozen toes and nose and everything else attached.
Anyway... back to the weather man and the curses placed on him. They didn't work. Right on cue it started... and boy, did it start. I slogged my way to the mailbox, muttering unmentionable things about the forecaster, notwithstanding that he truly had no control over it. Looking back toward the house from the front gate, I was met with this sight...
Now yes... I'll admit that it looks quiet and peaceful. It was. And yes, it's pretty. Ok, so maybe it's not all bad. But I still didn't tarry getting back to the house because it was also cold; which is reasonable considering it is snow.
Before you think I'm the only one on the mountain that is a winter wimp... this is the greeting that I received when I got back to the porch...
The little one was soon distracted with playing with her siblings and I completed outside chores. Once inside, it would take an explosion to get me back out in the white stuff... at least until it was time to do chores again.
So how to spend my time indoors... hmm. Well, it is close to the holidays; and I do have the ingredients for some of my recipes. I also have a jar of juice in the icebox that needs turning into jelly. It sounds all very creative and is at least warm, and in short order I had everything in the kitchen dirtied up. The stove heated the house and gave the furnace a rest.
And just like magic, before long I had a table of offerings. Dark chocolate fudge... tender, flaky shortbread cookies... and jars of sparkling elderberry jelly. I had even worked in time to sing and dance (praise be that there were no witnesses to either) to Christmas tunes while pulling cookies out of the oven. I'm not sure how impressed Chubby Checker would have been to my rendition of the "Twist" while singing "Run Run Rudolph", but I was warm, happy and able to prepare items of love for family and friends.
So though the snow has melted here on the mountain now, the image of the soft flakes and the joy of the season brightens the heart and lifts the spirits. And sharing that joy is part of what it is to live country.