Heat, we have internet, we have power. We also can't get out of the house. Both doors are frozen at the bottom from the rain and sleet that came before the snow. I'm going to work on the back door so at least I can let the girls out to tend to business but I may have to try to call someone to at least come get the door unfrozen.
The wind is strong enough to be blowing the snow horizontally and I know there are pictures just waiting to be taken out there of drifts and snow caught in wonderful designs in tree bark and shrubs and such. While I don't care for the cold blowing up my drawers I do want to explore the beauty of this winter storm. We don't usually get anything resembling a 'blizzard' nor do we often get any more than 4 - 6 inches of snow at one time in a winter. We may have several snows but they generally are not very heavy at all. I always say I like ONE good snow a year, I don't like ice storms that break up the trees and I don't like the temperature or the chill factor headed towards zero.
What I do love is the pristine beauty of the new fallen snow, the clarity of the blanket of quiet on the earth, the quiet that is a music to my ears from the cacophony of every day life. There is such a gentle melody to the quiet that soothes my seasonally affected soul and sings to me of the life that will be pushing it's way out of the ground, the flowers on the trees that only now need a little sun to break free of the tight, hard husks that protect them from the frigid temperatures.
Snow is that event, to me, that portends the coming of spring. Snow gives me hope that I've made it through another dark season and before long my heart will be singing as I get my hands in the dirt and start tending to a garden, planting things I want to eat fresh that I have tended, and flowers that delight me with their beauty.
Snow is hope for the new year to be better than the one I'm really glad to be leaving behind.