Yes indeed, there is snow in Southtown. And for once, the "Chicken Little" approach to school schedule management appears to have been justified - the chance of anything frozen falling from the sky triggers a knee-jerk reaction here. The school board not only cancels school on inclement weather, but apparently at the thought of inclement weather. I made a quick run to the grocery this morning and was blocked by a cavalcade of mothers in SUVs picking up their children at the local elementary school. School had been let out at 11:30.
Then, at 1 o'clock, the snow started. And there's actually measurable accumulation - don't expect me to wade out in the cold with a ruler, Dear Reader, but there is enough of the white stuff to measure. So someone in the Administration Building is breathing a sigh of relief because he made the right call. Ok, that's one for you. But don't forget that the last time, you cancelled school for rain.
I put out the last of my sunflower seeds in the feeders scattered around the backyard, which have been mobbed by an unending stream of feathered moochers topping off their tanks with easy to procure sunflower seeds instead of working for their dinner on the bushes around the house, which are laden with berries and other birdie edibles. Little do they know that when these seeds are gone, it will be Monday before I can buy more and refill the feeders. I wish it wasn't so, but there you are.
There is a red winged blackbird working away at the suet feeder, so picturesque in the snow. A single scarlet cardinal sits on the weathered gray fence, and the crape myrtle is filled with mourning doves, their feathers puffed out as big as softballs against the cold. My footprints out to the feeders are obliterated by new snow, which stopped for a bit after I took that picture but has started falling again.
I think I'll make a cup of tea and watch the snow for a while.