The perfect storm. January 12, 2011Posted by ourfriendben in critters, homesteading, wit and wisdom.
Tags: enjoying the snow, let it snow, snow
Silence Dogood here. Okay, I guess I’m on a “perfect” kick here after yesterday’s post, “The perfect dog.” But last night into this morning, we had our first real snowfall of the season here at Hawk’s Haven, the cottage home our friend Ben and I share in the precise middle of nowhere, PA. We’d had an inch or two on a couple of previous occasions, but this was a real snow, maybe six inches of fluffy white perfection.
As longtime readers know, I’m not generally a fan of snow. Shoveling, hazardous driving, the risk of branch breakage and power outages, slipping around with the dog, watching the poor chickens—who absolutely hate walking around in the snow—it all adds up to misery as far as I’m concerned.
But not today. The sun is shining, the trees are coated with white, the ground is pristine and sparkling. The larder is full, the power is on, I filled the bird feeders yesterday evening before the storm started. I’m enjoying a little birdwatching as I write, with a colorful contingent of cardinals, jays, juncos, chickadees, titmice, and the like at the feeders outside my home office window. Best of all, neither OFB nor I has to leave the house today and drive anywhere. (We’re both working from home.)
So we have the luxury of enjoying the snow without really having to deal with it. We’ll have pizza and salad for lunch, and delicious roasted vegetables—sweet potatoes, mushrooms, sweet onions, red peppers, Brussels sprouts, and new potatoes, all brushed with wild mushroom and sage-infused olive oil and sprinkled with oregano, basil, thyme, rosemary, Trocomare, and lemon pepper—for supper, with spinach or green beans and another big, crunchy salad. I’ll be making bread, so the whole house will smell heavenly as the bread bakes, and OFB can look forward to hot buttered toast and marmalade for breakfast. And tonight there are specials on OFB’s favorites, Jeff Bridges and The Doors, on PBS, one of the few stations we can actually get here. Ben and our beloved black German shepherd, Shiloh, will settle in for a rare evening of TV, and I’ll write and knit (not at the same time).
True, this one snowstorm is probably enough for me until next winter. But I intend to enjoy it. Not only is it the perfect storm as far as I’m concerned, it’s looking like shaping up into a perfect day.
‘Til next time,