The anticipated snowstorm arrived overnight and by the morning constitutional five inches of snow was on the driveway and being blown into crystalline dunes by the wind. We only got beyond the buildings when Whip decided she didn't want to go any further. She did her 'business' and turned back for home. I thought of Mr. Dearhamer. I'd promised him when he and his sons got my car out of a snowdrift on Christmas Eve that I wouldn't let it happen again. In truth, it probably will happen again but doing it twice in one season is considered bad form. While I probably could drive out through this, I wasn't sure businesses would be open when I got there and then would I be able to get back in afterward. Forecast was for some more hours of snow. The banner at the bottom of the local TV news was listing all of the closures for the day. Waited until I saw our local school system was closed. That eliminated two meetings. Called the clinic. Got a very bubbly person who said she would be happy to reschedule my appointment for another day. While they may be a bit bothersome, snowstorms are an important part of life in the Northwoods. (1) Some embrace winter by snowmobiling, skiing, and snowshoeing. (2) Snow and cold kills off invading insects and plants. (3) Occasionally broadcasting pictures of people shoveling in big heavy coats is usually enough to keep other people from moving here.
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