|Sunset at the cabin on New Year's Day. Snow on its way|
Snow has begun to fall. Even without a weather report, I could see the storm that was to come in last night’s sunset, the first of the new year. Storm totals are predicted low, then higher, then lower again. I am taking no bets on how much will fall at my cabin. Roundtop often gets quite a different amount than what falls in nearby towns anyway.
I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve refused to move the car because the roads up on the mountain were bad. And when I finally do deem it safe enough to travel, I find that the roads down in the valley are not only cleared but dry. That’s always a shock and has caused me no end of embarrassment when I tell co-workers the roads were too bad to drive on. I don’t think they believe me, those urban and suburban denizens whose high-heeled boots never actually touch the earth as they travel from living room to garage to parking lot and back again.
Where I live, weather is often the focus of the day. How hot or cold will it be? Will I need sandals or Yak-trax? Do the chickens need more straw? Will my water pipes freeze? To me, the weather is a bit like a neighbor who can be fun but just as often brings trouble. Today, I’m expecting a bit of trouble.