Still hoping for snow — enough for snow cream, pictures and sledding
Peering through the window blinds at about 3 a.m. Friday, I couldn't see one sign of ice, sleet or snow. I wasn't really expecting it, since the wintry mix wasn't actually supposed to arrive until later Friday.
But a girl can hope.
Not hoping for ice, which is far too dangerous for drivers and people, I wished for snow.
Fearing the worse, though, I suddenly remembered I had not winterized an open water faucet out behind my shed. It was the source of water my mama always used when washing her fresh vegetables and was not covered.
Afraid the faucet would freeze and pipes would burst all over the place, I inched out Friday before heading off to work with my cover-ups and winterizing materials — plastic covering, ties, and any other water proof materials.
Later in the day, someone reminded me it would have to be about 8 degrees for several days before the pipes actually freeze.
All I can say, I'm ready.
I'm ready for some real snow.
The snowfall that could quiet us all down for a while, sort of like the Blizzard of 1993. Yes, it has an official name for those of us who lived and worked in Rutherford County at the time.
There have been snowfalls since then, but nothing like the 16 inches of snow along with the sub-zero temperatures and the wind blowing that cold week in March, when it seemed Alaska had come to Rutherford.
Power was off in some areas for a week; trees were on the ground and people were stuck at home for days, trying to stay warm around wood stoves and hovered in blankets.
Oh, those were the days.
I must admit, a 16-inch snowfall isn't what I'm hoping for, but maybe a few inches of snow cover up the ugliness of winter, and would provide just enough snow for award winning, magical picturesque scenes.
The year of the blizzard, my nieces and nephew were having a sleep over at my Rutherfordton apartment. Very early on Saturday morning, my youngest niece woke me up, "The snow's over the cars" she said. "I'm calling my daddy."
Sure enough, we all fled to the front door and what did we see — snow and more snow. Not a car in sight.
Knowing how I planned ahead for sleep-overs, the kids knew where was only food for a couple meals we were having together and after that, nothing.
They called their parents and hours later in a 4X4 Jeep, my brother-in-law and sister came and fetched everyone home. It was a six-hour round trip from Sunshine to Rutherfordton. No joke.
My parents had no electricity but began cooking enough food on their wood stove to feed folks in the community. Some neighbors who have 4-wheel drives arrived to pick up the food for delivery to many seniors citizens. It was a wonderful feeling, climbing in and out of the trucks, with warm bowls of food for our friends.
I suppose I really don't want that kind of snowfall that brings with it a potential of being very dangerous, and inconvenient for seniors, people who are sick and those who have to go to work.
But wouldn't be fun to have a little snow, enough to make a snowman, make a few bowls of snow cream, enjoy the peace and beauty of the earth all covered in white; and enough snow for my three great-nephews to try out their new sleds.