There is a winter storm warning for this afternoon, lasting for up to two days. Recently, we have had to multiply the snow estimates by a factor of three to five, and this one calls for 8 inches (and we’ll get drifting), so it could be one that buries the place for a spell. We are down to bare ground in spots, with four to five foot drifts still, so it is enigmatic to move about. (I spent a half hour digging out a machine on my last adventure.) The mountain that contains the Spangle road is buried and gets continual drifts, yet the dome behind it is blown clear and is a normal grassy field. Temperatures can rise into the thirties, yet the snow won’t bond. It acts more like bits of plastic than frozen water. This is a place unto itself. I do not intend to leave for it pleases me greatly to be here.
Much to do before the storm. Stack as much wood as possible by the stove. Cover the exterior piles with sheeting. Know where the shovels are. Gas up the snow blower. Rummage through the deep freeze for something interesting. Ensure the pilot lights are lit in the gas heaters. Get excited for fresh, clean, coatings of snow. The snow forces isolation, so plan to go…. nowhere. There are many books to read, and much time for reflection.