“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow forces of nature, is a help.”
- May Sarton
Suddenly it was spring. By Maritime standards, at least, the day was spring-like. The mercury went a few notches over freezing, the sun blazed in the late-winter sky, melting snow dripped, and birds twittered in the trees. What a lovely day it was. There was hope for the gradual disappearance of old snow banks along the roads and walkways, towers of dirty, frozen snow that make driving difficult and lend a claustrophobic feel to this pedestrian.
At midnight the other night, all was peaceful. When daylight made its way through this morning’s overcast sky, the roads were under 30-plus centimeters of snow. Overnight, we’d been walloped.
Schools and universities were closed, the roads were impassible, the sidewalks lost under three-foot drifts. The Business Guy and I spent forty minutes digging out the sidewalk and the car, and off he went to do business. I returned inside to break the news to the Resident Teenager that he would have to forgo school and sleep a little more.
Naturally, he was crushed.
An hour later, after the plough shoved the entire street’s worth of snow into the mouth of our driveway and back onto the freshly dug-out sidewalk, I roused him to assist with further digging out. Fortunately his older sister was around to help, or I would have been truly foul mildly put-out.
I took advantage of the found day to do a few things. First I made one of these, then I cast on some leftover bits of yarn on my favourite baseball-bat sized knitting needles while the cake cooled and chickadees twitched and cheeped around the suet block. Then I read some of this before picking up my viola to practise a bit of that.
Once again, the snow plough dumped a street’s worth of snow in the mouth of the driveway. By now it was heavy and wet stuff, kind of like damp cement. After we finished clearing it, the coffee cake was ready to eat, and we were more than ready to eat it.
It was the best part of our Snow Day. I’d adapted the recipe to fit the gluten free requirements around here, and boy, it was good.
Think I’ll nibble on a piece while I finish off what remains on the wooden knitting needles. Then I’ll be ready to go out and face the snow banks.