Local weathermen said last night that snow would begin to fall at 3 a.m. So at 4:00 a.m. my eyelids flew up like a venetian blind that would not go back down. Was it the soft silence caused by snow sounds that brought me awake? Sure enough, snow was falling and beginning to gather under the street lights. Each flake refused to hold hands with the others. This is the first snow of our winter and will only be a couple of inches they say.
No matter how many years that mount up between my own school days (and I am not counting!) or teaching days, I will never lose my love for a snow day! So I guess the excitement of a snow day held my sleep hostage. By 4:30 I was brewing tea, setting up my books, and watching the snow fall, resulting in that distinctly muffled noise on the streets!
A couple of chapters about the Cherokee Trail of Tears in a book by Diane Glancy, a first cup of tea, and two miles of an exercise video were finished by 6:30 and time for more tea. It seemed the right day for the snowman tea cups, although there would not be enough snow for building a snowman. Yet the thrilling thought was still in place. A strong Yorkshire brand black was strong enough to meet the cold house at that hour, and the fiber muffin was a healthy, hearty side for this snow day.
Now a chicken is in the oven and potatoes rumble in a pan on the stove. Yesterday’s homemade croutons wait for a salad; lunch will be soon. The tea this time will be St. Dalfour Lemon. And after lunch, I will have my work cut out for me: I need to edit a story and to NOT fall asleep.I don’t want to miss a minute of this snow day!