We are currently living through the snowiest winter in recent memory here in RI. To hear the moaning, you’d think it was the apocalypse. I will admit that the snow has made commuting rather annoying, and that school and meetings have been cancelled. But let’s step out of our little boxes and go forth into the whiteness, shall we?
The other great thing about snow is that you can see who stopped by during the night. Lots of cottontails, a skunk or two, or even a fox.
As I write this we are preparing for another snowstorm. The birds are busy at the feeder and those birds that don’t frequent feeders, like the poor Northern mockingbird, will hunker down somewhere and ride out the weather.
Rhode Islanders have a quaint custom, hailing back to the epic “Blizzard of ’78” I am told, of stocking up on bread and milk when there’s snow in the forecast. That means the supermarket will be crowded, and many of the shelves will be bare. I’m heading over there soon, before someone else snaps up my groceries!