Happy Monday! I’m sitting at my kitchen table, watching it snow and blow outside. We have maybe four inches on the ground right now – it was worse to the east of Washington DC, and we live to the west. Still, this is more snow than we’ve gotten this entire winter here, and even though it’s March 1 and I’m pretty much over all things winter, I have to admit, it’s awfully pretty.
Of course, in typical DC-area fashion, THE WHOLE WORLD IS SHUT DOWN. Schools! Courts! Governments! Daycare Centers! The TV news reporters sent their people out for LIVE TEAM COVERAGE. They are brushing their feet back and forth on the sidewalk to show that the SNOW IS ACCUMULATING! They are attempting to gauge snowball-readiness by crunching fistsful of snow for their eager viewers. They are advising people to “stay home and don’t go out unless you absolutely need to,” because around here, we need to give the road crews room to work. And keep our children safe. Because half a foot of snow can KILL YA!!
They can’t possibly overreact like this in parts of the country where it actually does snow from time to time.
Soup Husband Curt failed to heed the news reporters’ dire warnings. He is on his way to his second day of his new job. Otherwise, he’d be here. Nobody loves a good snow storm more than my husband. Fortunately, we have a 4×4 Jeep that will get him there, as long as he stays out of the way of the GIANT SNOW PLOWS and all the amateur drivers out there who never really learned how to drive in the snow.
I have the best view out my kitchen window of our bird feeder, and let me tell you, it looks like the feathered set is having a fantastic fete out there. There must be 10 to 15 of them swarming around the feeder and the pile of sticks at the bottom. Once they have their fill, they flit over to the holly bush right in front of our window so we can get a better look. There appears to be a variety of species involved – an inclusive party for sure – and a better person might bust out the bird guide and actually look ‘em up. I can tell the cardinal from the rest, but other than that, I can only tell you that there are some black ones, a few brown ones, and one with a yellow beak. Curt said it may look like a party, but in reality, it’s probably Darwinism at it’s worst out there, with the big birds intimidating the little birds and whatnot.
A better-equipped blogger would insert interesting photos of birds in the snow right… HERE. However, I loaned my camera to a friend, and she thinks the memory chip she put into it may have, um, sizzled it, to the point where she admitted that she might owe me a new camera. This was not a special camera, just a digital point & shoot, but it suited my needs just fine. We have bad camera karma – it was our third camera in, oh, the past 4 or 5 years. They keep getting dropped or fried or otherwise rendered nonfunctioning.
So then – as we begin what will probably (hopefully?) be the winter’s final snow day, I wish you all a wonderful day. Stay warm and dry, indulge in hot chocolate or homemade soup. And try to view this day through children’s eyes, because there’s nothing quite as magical as waking up to a snowstorm big enough to have canceled school.
…and I’m certain my oldest son will feel that way, just as soon as he wakes up… it’s 9:00 a.m. and he’s still blissfully unaware. TEENAGERS. Harumpf.