When state highways are closed due to the snow and wind, you cannot believe how quiet our street is. Our street is the main thoroughfare from HWY 60 to the Swift plant north of our home just across the railroad tracks. Semi trucks are possible 24/7. It had been a long, long time that the morning hours were this quiet.
This morning I opened an eye, saw it was daylight . . . no snow coming down. It was seven and I was ready to get up and at it as Dennis’ great granddaughter Charlee Bea was going to be baptized today. About that time the phone was ringing . . . roads were closed and church was cancelled. Dennis had not heard the phone so the first cup of coffee for the day was all mine. I sat in Dennis’ computer chair in the west porch of the house and enjoyed all the white that surrounded us. We have a little USA flag on an electric fence post right outside of the porch windows. The flag hung limp. First a very fine snow, then a bit more. It didn’t take long and I could barely see the homes at the end of the block and the flag was standing straight out east as the north winds picked up.
Here we are at 5:45 p.m. and it is still snowing with winds that are bound to be causing problems out in the open and the roads. Earlier Dennis had shoveled a path to his garage door and that allowed for a surface that was a slippery melting mess. I didn’t fight the day. I went down into the sewing studio and didn’t have any problem whiling away the day. Randy came over before supper with his tractor and snow blower. The snow is wet and heavy and I could hear that as the blower honkered down. We have nothing that we need to leave the property for in the next days. I have no doubt that it is going to be a messy week as spring is here . . . somewhere and all this snow will try to disappear.