
According to KT, my daughter’s fair-weather, couch potato, Min-Pin mix, this IS a blizzard to be feared. She had to be dragged outside, in her bright yellow raincoat, to attend to her morning business. Well, we might have snow on the road eventually, but at 7:00 a.m. it’s only sparse and beautiful. Unless you’re a daffodil. My pre-snow preparations? I cut a bunch of daffodils for the dining room table yesterday, but not all of them because, frankly, I didn’t have a lot of faith in the weather prediction. And I didn’t buy milk. Or bread. I figured I can open a packet of powdered milk if I need to, which I will, even without snow, because we have barely enough for one bowl of cereal.
It’s a beautiful snow and I hope it doesn’t become serious. More than enough serious weather has been happening, with tragic results, elsewhere. Watching our gentle snow keeps the contrast right up front.
I’ll be getting ready for work, watching how cars go down the street and hoping the “ending by noon” prediction is correct. I’m glad I’m not in charge of school buses. We won’t see KT for awhile. She’s on the sofa, buried in a tightly wrapped cave of blue fleece blanket.