Jasmine,
our dog, seemed to know the snow was coming. She is a spry 11 and a half year
old labradoodle and yesterday morning as the first of the flakes were falling,
we went out to play. She frolicked like a puppy, teasing me with the frisbee,
high stepping and pouncing around the yard keeping just beyond my reach.
I
love a snow storm...the hushed, blanketed feel of the world, people settling in
to nest for a day. Time seems suspended. This time I ventured out with my
husband at the beginning of the storm. He had an appointment in West Chester
and I had a couple of errands to run in town. First I stopped at the post
office, dropping off a letter and figuring it would be empty so a good time to
buy the forever stamps before the price goes up this weekend. Good plan, but it
was packed...so no stamps on this day. As I left, an elderly man was ahead of
me. A man entering the post office cautioned us about the slippery steps. Snow
seems to melt personal barriers.
Next
stop my local dry cleaner, Eunice; commiserated about the weather and then onto
to Starbucks to sit, enjoy some tea and people/town watch. I sat at a seat in
the window, listening to the murmur of others in the coffee shop, watching the
snow pile up and people make their way carefully on the whitened sidewalks.You
can judge the distance a person has walked by the accumulation of powder
dusting their caps.
During the 2 hours in west chester 2 inches of snow blanketed the car. The
usual 10 minute drive home took 30, cautiously avoiding the drivers who seem to
have never learned how to drive in snow.
As
the afternoon passed, the snow continues...we have to dig out a spot for
Jasmine, our dog, to use in the yard. Then as dusk approaches, a return
"guest" appears. For the past 2 years, we've had a 3 legged deer
visit our yard. Now she takes shelter under one of our pines, helping herself
to some of the branches of pine needles.
Periodically
we re-shovel the front walkway but leave the driveway for tomorrow. I message
with Billy in Guangzhou...he is jealous as he misses snow and I miss him and Bobby...helping to shovel all this snow!
I
ventured into the back around 10pm, looking at the tracks of animals that have
crisscrossed our yard...it's so quiet, sounds muffled.
As
we lay in bed, the reflection off the snow glows through our blinds, like night
lights outside the window. We snuggle under mounds of blankets and
comforters...in our winter wonderland.
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