We enjoyed a snowy, lovely day along the river. The snowfall—somewhere between four and five inches at the moment—began in midmorning and continued intermittently throughout, and will probably finish sometime after midnight.
It wasn't unexpected. In fact, it's predicted coming was yesterday's big local story, along with dire warnings stopping just this side of imminent doom, and through today have furnished local media with reams of copy, outdoor standup interviews, and all the excuse they needed to interrupt any national radio or TV program every whipstitch with a "weather newsbreak"…which mostly amounted to informing us presumably cowering citizenry that they "were on the job and expertly watching the snow come down."
Heroes one and all! I can tell you I felt reassured immediately.
Of course about two-thirds of the intrepid folks the news hounds interviewed on-air expressed alarm at the amount of white flakes falling from the sky, along with dismay and disgust that such a natural catastrophe might somehow occur in Ohio. You do have to wonder if these obviously befuddled souls skipped geography and natural science throughout grade school, or simply took a wrong turn on their way to Florida? Do they not understand the implications of winter as a season above the Mason-Dixon Line?
As it happened, today was Myladylove's usual day off. So after a leisurely breakfast, we refilled all the outside feeders, collected ample firewood for the day, started a fire on the hearth, and opened all the blinds in the great room for maximum view. Myladylove fiddled with her turquoise beadwork. I read and took Moon the Dog on various photo sorties. We munched and sipped, lazed about, watched the snow and birds and the interplay of the changing light on the nearby river—and I daresay a good time was had by all.