Week before last we got our heaviest snowfall (so far) this year. It blew out my work day as one after another everyone called in to cancel. But this time I sat on my couch and read, with a cup of hot tea in my hand, as it fell.
The next day, as soon as the snow plows had gone through, I went for a long walk by the lake. It's so beautiful and I am so ready for it to stop. I shoveled and salted both my driveways and watched with some amusement as my neighbor's SUV slid sideways down his steep driveway.
Less than a week later, while there was still a little snow left here and there on the ground, I woke up to the alarming sound of a tornado alert on my phone. I didn't even know I had that. The message "take shelter immediately" was flashing on my phone and pulled on clothes and ran down to my basement. A tornado had apparently been spotted in my area, but moved on away and I went back upstairs to make coffee and feel disgruntled about tornado season starting before snow season has even ended. Doesn't seem right. And this weekend? Gorgeous. Highs in the 70's and sunny both days. I worked until dusk in my yard.
The forecast for next week is calling for more snow. But daylight savings time is just two weeks away and I can feel the hope in the longer days.
