Apricot Orange to Winter White
This morning when I awoke and toddled off to the bathroom, I stopped dead in my tracks. Looking out the east bathroom window was the most glorious apricot orange in the east horizon. The trees stood as black silhouettes standing guard over the morning. It was about 6:20 a.m. I had no more than gotten a glass of water drank and then went for my slippers. The floor is always quite cold as the furnace thermostat is turned down to 60 degrees during the night.
The next time I looked up, the roof of the patio porch was totally white. It was now 6:45 a.m. Talk about a fast turn around in my morning. It never did quit snowing. Sometimes it was pellets, sometimes it was huge flakes, didn’t matter. It kept on piling up. Dennis was not a happy camper when he opened his eyes to welcome the morning. Everything . . . and I mean everything was covered with snow.
Life must go on and that included Dennis giving me a ride to my chiropractor appointment at 10:30. The city streets were slippery and the windshield wipers had had a good workout. That appointment was the most pressing thing we had on our agenda for the day and we slipped and slided home.
I had not started anything in the sewing studio for some time and I knew the dust bunnies were just waiting for someone to come down and scatter a bit of fuzz and threads. Starting a project . . . I take that back . . . planning what project to start is always the most difficult. Dennis high tailed it out to the patio porch to watch a rodeo on the RFD rural television channel.
At some point I walked up the steps to peek out to see what was going on with the weather. As I looked towards the patio porch, all I could see through the windows was the tail of a cat waving back and forth as it stood on the table. I then realized that Honey Bunny was getting a good brushing from Dennis and quite enjoying it. This time of the year, that winter coat has got to be thinned out.
These next several days will allow everyone to realize, God and Mother Nature still are at the helm. Us mere creatures just need to remain optimistic.