Yes, I know it’s January, and I’m in South Central Oregon, and snow is normal. But, other than a not-so-nice storm at Thanksgiving – one that prevented by family from being together — it’s been a mild winter with more rain than snow. I was enjoying that. Snow belongs in the mountains, which was where it had been falling.
But now – we’ve had snow for the past 3 or 4 days. Some days have dropped more of it than others, but it’s been white. Yesterday it got more serious, and this morning I woke up to this:
All I could think was “I should have gone out every few hours yesterday and shoveled”. But I hadn’t, because. Because. I didn’t want to, is probably the real because. So today I shoveled, at least paths on the deck and back porch.
And now we’ve gotten at least another inch or so. I need to go shovel again. Where is that young man who feels sorry for the old lady and comes to shovel her out? Oh yeah – there are no young people in my neighborhood. Sorry, neighbors, but it’s true.
And I’m feeling sorry for the birds. I haven’t been feeding them, and today they’re obviously looking for food. I’m guilty. But maybe, when I go shovel again, I’ll see if there are some dribs and drabs still in the can out there. When I bring in the wine too, because I’m absolutely certain I’m going to want it this evening.
For you winter aficionados, I’d be happy for you to take all this snow – I wouldn’t miss it these days. A bit ruefully, I remember when I lived in Southern California and I missed snow in winter. Yeah. If I had known then what I know now. . .
The good news is this cat, who races to escape when a door is opened, is now quite content to spend her time in front of my little electric stove, where it’s nice and warm.
Because this cat is not stupid.
Okay, so can spring come now? Please? I’m ready.