Snow = Birds

Snow is pretty unpopular here in central Missouri. It can make mobility difficult, whether by car or by foot. (The Amish, however, seem completely immune to its effects as they glide by in their buggies.) 

But, if you're lucky enough not to have to go anywhere, it's a great opportunity to witness the bird extravaganza that ensues, especially if you put out lots of bird food, as we do. 

(Technically, we ran out of bird food just before the snow hit, prompting us to sacrifice some of our own groceries to stay in the birds' good graces. We've all seen the Hitchcock movie….)

Another lovely byproduct of a substantial snowfall is that it seems to bring people together. Even folks who don't normally have a lot in common will band together and lend each other a helping hand.

 I love the snow, especially if I have the good fortune not to have to drive in it. There's a quietude that befalls the countryside, and a sense that time has paused. 

It's a valid excuse not to go anywhere or do much of anything.

And if we get enough snow, it cloaks the piles of "to-dos"  and landscape transgressions that abound in the garden and all around the outdoors, inviting me to feel a little more serene than when I'm constantly seeing tasks I could be doing – or should have already done.

 The best part about snow is that if it wears out its welcome, it usually goes away all by itself. Eventually.