Jeana’s Journal

It has been winter here for a very long time. The snow is deep and getting deeper, the temperatureis mostly in the teens or lower. The icicles hanging from the house are daily getting longer. The roads throughout our little town are snow packed, but clear—a perfect place to hook a sled behind a four-runner for a sleigh ride, of which we daily see the evidence. The fields are pristine in their covering of white except for the deer trails that cris-cross them in random lines.

Only our driveway and sidewalks are clear of snow. Thanks to a kind neighbor, who hooks a plow blade to the front of his truck for the winter, the task of keeping our 180 foot long driveway clear has been easy. There is a single-file path around the side of our house to the back porch—made by our neighbor’s dogs ever hopeful for a treat from inside our house.

Inside we are snug, warm, and, for the most past, content. A pot of steaming stew is often on the stove and baking things in the oven adds warmth and ambience to our isolation. Let spring come when it will, but for now I am enjoying the present.