Snow drifts by the window and I lean against the radiator, sipping hot cocoa before bed. What joke is this, you ask? The Ides of March have long since passed. April Fool’s is close , so close that one might think today’s the day. But no, just one departing kiss of winter as she leaves the house of Spring.
It’s that sort of winter. The kind we haven’t had for years, so we were due. Here comes another snow day, and I never, EVER get tired of the unplanned bonus of a day at home. When I was a child we would listen to the radio announcing school closings one by one (it didn’t take long with a handful of districts in the county) and cheer when we heard our school announced. (Although it’s possible that my mother may have shed a tear of quiet desperation in a corner somewhere at the thought of the six of us home and snow-bound). I still feel that same childish joy at being handed an unexpected day to be at home. Between work emails and phone calls, there’s time to do the things that I never seem to get time to do. So what to do with a snow day?
Paint stuff. This week I bought some very cool Porcelaine 150 paints from Pebeo. Once baked in the oven, the paint is supposed to be dishwasher and microwave-proof. I’m practicing on some cheap mugs. Next up: my Salvation Army porcelain chocolate pot.
Eight inches of snow isn’t much where I grew up, but here it grinds things to a halt, and after the flurry of phone calls and texts in the wee hours of the morning, deciding whether to open my agency (Will clients show? Do we want staff on the roads? How much money will we lose and is it worth the risk?) things quiet down and the snow accumulates. Sounds are muffled. The animals snooze. I watch the snow fall, hypnotic and beautiful. I snooze. Candles flicker. Peace.