The weather forecasters did get it wrong after all. It
snowed through the afternoon as they predicted, and then stopped as darkness
was falling. Once it stopped, the sky was supposed to clear and the night was
going to turn frosty. Well, it stayed stopped for about two hours, and then
started again. And then it got heavier. And then it got heavier still. By eight o’clock it was deep. At nine o’clock I
looked out and it had finally stopped. Time to go for a walk and enjoy the
light of the moon on a pristine, snowy landscape. Nope. As I walked out of the
house, it started snowing again. I walked anyway, and the further I went the
heavier it became. So I got well snowed on. But it was rather nice. I got a
good view of the snowy landscape anyway, even without the moonlight, and it
made a pleasant change from the usual one. And I was feeling uncomfortably hot
long before I got home.
One thing bothered me. There were few lights on in M’Lady S’s
house, and no sign of activity. I took a detour along Church
Lane on the way back, to get another view across
the fields. No change. I do hope they weren’t out and are stranded somewhere.
The snow is pretty deep now. You might let me know that you’re home and safe,
Sal. That would be good.
And I tell you what: trudging through deep snow in gumboots
uses a hell of a lot more energy than walking on a dry road in shoes. No need
to feel guilty about the hot chocolate tonight.
5 comments:
Thank you for your concern jeff, I am quite alright and very much enjoying my bedtime reading, home alone, I prefer little and low lighting! I did look out for you! The little spaniel who wraps her front legs round your arm doesn't much like the snow either as it tends to have a catastrophic snowball effect on her! Y
Do you know what? All the way home I kept having the feeling that you were home alone. Glad you're OK. Dogs usually love snow, but I suppose it's a bit ddep for a little princess.
BTW, the footprints in the middle of the road are mine.
Sounds like a lovely walk! We still haven't had snow this winter. No accumulation, anyway.
I have another Joshua Arnold story, (the friend who would yell for me to come out and play): when we were in the first grade, about 6 and 7 years old our class was singing in the school Christmas program and one of the songs was Winter Wonderland. He became quiet embarrassed one day in music class when we all realized that he'd misunderstood the words and had been singing "walking in my winter underware." I still mention that to him occasionally.
Accumulation indeed. I'm about to go out and dig a path through 100ft of it. Must admot, though, it is thawing quite well.
Poor Joshua. But he sounds like an extrovert.
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