This morning we had a fairly heavy snowfall. The storm did not last long, but the snow accumulated fast. We weren't exactly buried, but we did have some shoveling to do and while the snow was falling it made for some challenging driving conditions.
I braved the slush and ice and drove into town to meet Gladys (of oven stew fame) for lunch. Along the way a few cars were slipping and sliding but managed to stay out of ditches and avoided bumping into things. Whew!
Gladys and I both had errands to do in another town, and by the time we were ready to go the plow trucks had done their job of clearing and salting, making it safe for everyone to be out and about. Thank goodness for plow trucks! My husband has a small snow plowing business, so we know what it is like to have to be out early to clear out people's driveways and parking lots. And, lucky for us, Gladys' husband Ray did the driving, giving us the luxury of being chauffeured about. Sweet!
Winter is usually a paradox. It can be a time of dreariness and a time of beauty, a time of danger and a time of peacefulness. In Ohio, often all four, and more, in the same day :)
Next week when the rains come the landscape will swing back into the "dreary" category. For now, I appreciate how the painterly effect of crystal stardust on clusters of red berries represents the winter paradox; cold and hot, soft and bold. Add watching snow birds flitting about, and I am a happy camper.
And speaking of berries and snow in the same post, this type of weather is perfect for having a cheerful breakfast of homemade strawberry jam on French Toast. Stay tuned for that one, 'cause that's what I am planning for tomorrow's a.m. treat.
Marcheta *berries + snow = delicious fun