It was a snow globe day — big white fluffy flakes drifting down from the sky from dawn to dusk. I was able to stay inside most of Saturday, except when I saw that I was out of wild bird seed.
There are two roads to the nearest grocery store — I took the county road there and had to drive patiently at 30 mph, barely noticing how beautiful it all was. The county crews had to focus on keeping the state highway clear, so I took that way home. Even so I needed to go about 55 mph, about 17 mph more cautiously than usual.
I needed to clear the driveway with the snowblower before I went anywhere. I tried going out without snowplowing, but the car slipped and slid and refused to go up the incline to the road, so out came the machine for the first time this winter. That’s another reason I am able to wax poetic about this day — we haven’t had enough snow this winter for it to be irritating, at least not yet.
As I was slowly negotiating the roads, I found myself wondering if I was crazy for driving 10 miles through a snowstorm for two 20-pound bags of bird seed. But sitting back in my easy chair in 68-degree artificial warmth, I think of the birds and other animals hunkered down out there, for whom my ration of seed will be the only easy thing they receive in the weather, and I decide that it was worth the drive. If I had spun out or had another mishap, I might feel differently about it, but I didn’t, and so I will sleep well tonight and feed the birds in the morning.
