It's Snowing!

Photo by Jonathan Knepper on Unsplash

Just to be clear, 99 percent of the excitement in that statement comes from Celia. She lives for snow in the winter. The rest of us are far more ambivalent or, to be honest, negative towards the snow. It doesn't look like much right now but there is a winter storm warning in effect so we shall see.

So, what shall I do on a snow day?

The first thing was to sleep late which is why I am writing this post at 11:00 on a Saturday morning. I slept until 9:00 which is practically unheard of. The cat woke me up then. He needs medicine that we give to him on canned food at night. Unfortunately, since cats can't tell time, he thinks any time he is hungry is time for canned food. Cats are annoying.

Then the morning called for multiple cups of tea. And more tea this afternoon. And possibly an after-dinner cup of tea. I feel like I might need to bake something to go with all that tea. Homemade bread dripping with honey and butter sounds good.

I've convinced my husband to start The Crown with me later today. I watched the first episode ages ago and then decided it would be nice to watch it with him. Unfortunately, we haven't gotten around to it and now the second season is out. A snow day is the perfect time to catch up a bit.

Celia wants a fire in the fireplace and a game of Scrabble. That is a girl after my own heart. We have been playing a lot of board games with Tristan but he is very into strategy games. I stink at strategy. I just can't envision the game multiple steps ahead and I invent backstories for the characters and then have trouble sacrificing them for the greater good. It is all a bit traumatic. But I am good with words and I am absolutely thrilled to have a child that enjoys Scrabble. We will make Tristan play too and will beat him soundly in return for all the times he has beaten us at his games. It will be glorious.

And books. Of course, there will be books. I am reading Nella Last in the 1950s. I read the previous two volumes of her diaries a few years ago and am finally getting around to this. I enjoy her voice. It comes through so clearly in her writing. It is amazing to think that she was not a published author until after her death when her diaries were published. She was a woman sitting in her home recording everyday life. Her descriptions are beautiful.

The hills seemed to drowse in veils of soft amethyst to deep sepia shadows. Swale fires nursing under the whin and dead bracken made long plumes of smoke that rose up into the still air like fantastic fir trees, higher than the hills in the background. Age-old grey walls were jewelled with emerald-topiary from little tufts of green moss, and orange-yellow lichen where the sun rays picked out the colour. Evergreens glistened as if every leaf had been washed and polished separately. Horses' coats shone like burnished metal, and the hill sheep's wool dried in the keen wind and made a little shimmering nimbus round them as they cropped the grass, or lay quietly resting. 

Don't you just want to take an afternoon walk through that countryside? Though, I must admit, it also is the perfect thing to read while curled up by the fire and the snow falls outside.

Now, my next cup of tea is calling me and the snow is starting to stick. What does your Saturday look like?


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  1. You're a woman after my own heart. You have the right idea for a snow day. I hope you get to bake something :)

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    1. Snow days seem to cry out for board games and baked goods, don't they?

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  2. This sounds perfect! My Saturday was spent pottering around at home in the morning while Alice slept and Steve took Matilda to her dance class (they were the only people to make it through the snow), then a visit from a neighbour in the afternoon. Low key and lovely.

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    1. That does sound lovely. Pottering around the house while a baby sleeps can seem a bit like stolen time.

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  3. It has been a day for tea, and books, and cats cuddling up. It's cold for Houston, and the cats always become more affectionate as the temperature drops! I also put a few stitches into my Christmas craft project, which I might actually finish this year.

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    1. Maybe part of the reason I rarely start craft projects is because I rarely finish them and then the guilt gets to me. Our cat refuses to sit on any lap but he will deign to curl up against your legs if you lie on the couch. After five years we have given up on turning him into a lap cat.

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  4. Sadly, funerals don't wait for good weather, so the morning was spent mourning. The afternoon alternated between bursts of energy shoveling to keep up with the accumulating snow and sharing multiple pots of tea with a sick husband. And an old movie as dark settled.

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    1. Oh dear. That does not sound like the best weekend. At least the tea and the old movie might have redeemed it slightly.

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  5. Instead of city snow, I watched country snow drifting onto our new backyard. The trees looked stately in their ermine. The birds were eager for the feeders and we saw several kinds we hadn't seen in the years we lived in the city.
    I adore Nella Last and have all the books of her diaries. There's something about her that reminds me of my late mother, although I can't say what it is. There are many differences, too. But my heart goes out to her, living in such frightening times (as though we're not!).

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    1. Your country snow sounds lovely. I need to buy a new feeder. We do enjoy the birds that swarm around it though we don't get anything particularly unusual.

      I wish I could sit down and chat with Nella Last. She is such an interesting person and seems to see people so clearly.

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  6. My Saturday involved snow too! We were super excited -- we almost never get snow before Christmas here. (Of course, it all melted today, but it was so pretty to drive to church with snow to look at instead of dead brown grass!)

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    1. It is pretty when it has first fallen, isn't it? But now it is packed down and icy and brown on the edges of the road. But we might get more tomorrow.

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  7. Sadly, we had cold rain all weekend. I do love a good snow day, though. There's only one problem I can see with them: they never last long enough!

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    1. I don't feel there are any redeeming features of a cold rain. At least snow is pretty. I do wish we had been snowed in for the whole weekend. It was nice to have some time to just relax without feeling like we should be doing something.

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