The dogwoods, though bare
against setting winter sun
Hold tightly clasped buds.
It’s time, I suppose, to take down the tree. But with nary a snowflake this season, and a wrongly-warm Christmas Day, I want to hold out awhile longer in hopes that we may be graced with at least a bit of snow. Besides, it seems that the sparkle of a tree is needed most in the winter gloom of January, to greet us at the close of the long routine of work days stretching into the months ahead.
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.
The day came on like spring, too warm for coats, but skipped over summer. By rush hour we were well into fierce autumn skies and the kind of torrential rain that whips the last of the leaves off the trees, except that the leaves have been off for months now. By the time the dog and I made a last trip outside, winter had shown up in full force. The sky sparkled with stars and the temperature plummeted down, down, down. We headed inside and off to bed to listen to the shutters rattle and the wind howl around the corner of the house.
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.
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