Waiting for Daylight

I woke up at 5:00 a.m. wanting coffee and to know what the weather was doing. The coffee is delicious, but it's still too dark to tell much about the weather. Since the outside temperature is holding at 30° I figure at least part of the rain that's falling is freezing on contact with everything. I do know that the little white pine looks ice laden; I can see it in the glow of the outside light.

Over the years, Pa has teased me for walking the cottage during storms of any kind. First going to one door to look out, then over to the other, then various windows in a never-ending circle of watching. After I got home yesterday evening, I watched him do the same thing. From front door to back door, he got in his exercise. I settled in to watch TV and play on the laptop. How things, and roles, have changed around here, I thought.

I hope the weather forecasters miss on their dire predictions of up to ½ inch of freezing rain today. Freezing rain is scary when you live under as many big, old trees as we do. I think that is what prompted Pa's watchfulness last night. We were both praying for it to continue to snow with no changeover.

The weather report says our temps will fluctuate around the freezing mark all day. I'll have to make the "go-to-work or not" decision at some point. I think that stresses me out most of all.

I think I'll get another cup of coffee, check outside both doors and well, keep waiting for daylight.

Be Blessed.