Thanksgiving Morning

This is sooooo NOT the day I had planned.

Blue-sky beautiful.

Brilliant sunshine on freshly-fallen snow.

Yikes, no wayyy is this what I had planned for today.

I was hoping for another yesterday.
I know that's not very thoughtful

considering nearly everyone in the country is

in a car

or getting out of a car

or putting on their coats to go out to the car

and head to their Thanksgiving dinner.

On behalf of all those folks,

I'm happy for you

and I won't complain.

 

I'll just close my eyes and remember yesterday

because it was perfect.

 

 

I get up long before the sun rises

and yesterday the house was bright as day

even before I switched on a light.

There's your sign.

Snow!!!!

 

Yep. During the night.

Lots of it.

Yawning snow dog Chuck went into a fresh-powder frenzy

leaping and hopping all over the back yard

like he was a pup again.

No wonder that boy and I get along so famously.

I do love snow.

 

Pristine and freshly-fallen lightweight

made it easy to sweep a path to my car

before I negotiated my long driveway to head off to work.

 

(I mention the long driveway because it really, truly is a feat of

navigational prowess to back out of the thing when the ground is

blanketed in snow. True, it's 17 feet wide, but there is a substantial

stone planter right next to the drive and in a blur of white

some of us......no names here, of course......find it a challenge to

get to the street in reverse gear....without hitting that planter. This is neither a

positive experience for the planter or the car.)

 

I got out ok, leaving a deep, single-track path

which undoubtedly says to wandering neighborhood hoodlums

"Oh look. She went to work. No one is home. Let's clean out the house

and sell her old Tupperware for drug money."

 

(This is where Chuck comes in. Ain't happenin' boys. JUST. Saying.)

 

So. I'm on my way to work.

And it's snowing.

The sky is grey, there is frost on the windshield

and my hands are warm and toasty

(in utilitarian gloves, but that's another story for another day, although I'll note

my favorite Sherry Tinsman bracelet is especially fetching with the winter ensemble,
don't you think??)

 

 

It's my favorite kind of day.

I love driving in snow.

And my sunroof is wide open.

 

At the stoplights I look up to the sky

where the grey is shedding

beautiful, huge flakes

that land

just like the song says

on my nose and eyelashes.

 

Don't care what the cars in the other lanes might think.

I think

perhaps

they wish they were me

and loved snow, too.

 

I'm such a kid on snowy days.

Maria VonTrapp would be immensely proud.

 

By the time I got off work last night

the snow had started again

and I was pretty sure it happened

just for me.

 

There was some serious slipping and sliding my way through town

to get home but that is my idea of fun. There is nothing quite so

heart-stoppingly sweet as to fishtail into an intersection

with your eyes closed

praying the path is clear

and your left front quarter panel will live to see another day.

 

Thankfully, most folks were home

groceries unloaded

chopping celery for this mornings turkey dressing.

The path was slick

but beautifully clear.

 

Sunroof open again.

This time the flakes were fast and furious

from a dark sky.

Delicious!

I drove the long way home

through town

winding through the college campus

down along streets of old Victorian homes

just to savor the sweetness of

the Dickens kind of evening

and praying Chucks bladder would forgive me

the extra drive time.

 

And now it's morning.

Where I'd been hoping for a continuation

of last nights magical, falling snow loveliness

it's just another

fabulously gorgeous

sun-drenched day

on the prairie.

 

I shall persevere to endure.

And it does bring to mind my favorite winter morning joke:

 

What did the doe say when she walked out of the woods

on a snowy morning?

 

 

I'll never do THAT again for two bucks!!!

 

 

 

 

Sorry.

But I do soooooooo love a little seasonal irreverence.