Just as I was about to have breakfast yesterday, I spied three strange men, with poles, wandering along the drive. Having lived too long in New Zealand on land with somewhat dodgy (or even non-existent) fencing, my first thought was that they were looking for lost stock (not, of course, that I had actually seen any cows or sheep around here yet). But no, they were marking out the drive so they knew where to plough (or even plow) as there was ‘a big one due – maybe 8 to 10’. From this, I surmised that a snow storm was expected but did they mean 8 inches, centimetres, feet or, surely not, metres?!
In the light of this, I decided not to postpone my trip to the library and shops and set off. The library is located in a beautiful historic building in Newport with a Reading Room that could easily grace a Gentlemen’s Club in St James’s (London). I lingered a while, checked out a couple of books, volunteered my services (not required at the moment, but they will ring me if they need me) and went to the supermarket. By the time I returned home, the snow was falling.
Thanksgiving arrived (not that I had known that it was today, before my trip into Newport) as had the snow. According to the news, many Thanksgiving travellers had their plans disrupted. By the time we went for our early morning walk, the plough (plow) had already cleared the drive, although the erstwhile guard dog hadn’t noticed the machinery arrive or leave.
I can now say, categorically, that I am not enamoured with wading through almost knee deep, powdery snow that has the consistency of icing sugar. It was slippery and I was mindful of twisting my still dodgy knee. I tried not to hang on to trees as I slithered around, having received a dose or two of cold, wet snow down my neck after doing so. And there are really people who enjoy this?
I lurked inside, making soup and knitting to the accompaniment of an audio book. In other words, doing the archetypal activities associated with the winter and cold. I tried not to think about the afternoon walk. For the latter, I contemplated using the snow shoes, a brand new addition to my vocabulary, but decided that they looked even harder work and I would save them for worse conditions.
I followed the footsteps of this morning as much as possible and found compensation in the stillness and quiet. The sky was ominous. There must be more snow due….