My state. Like so many others, this weekend is getting buried under snow. I’ve prepped for heating with the woodstove, prepared the snowblower, and charged all the rechargeable items and batteries. I’ve also prepared dinner items that can be warmed on top of the woodstove. I took the last of the fall pumpkins, and I’m now making some pumpkin bread. Just for treat food.
Being that we are habitues of this place called New England, we’ve had more than a bit of oral tradition about big winter storms. We’ve heard about the nasty outcomes and are just plain hunkering down. I bet the folks in Kentucky and Louisiana have different but similar traditions. Those traditions have survived the coming of radio, TV, and even social media. It’s the sort of root transmission of cultural and practical knowledge of our areas that has been passed down through the generations since settlement. It’s a lot more valuable right now than an “influencer” spouting nonsense on social media.
Right now, our governors are telling us all that our modern technology is not enough to conquer the forces of nature. Shelter in place. Just a week ago, we were masters of the universe. But today we can’t safely go to the supermarket.
It should be sobering that everything may literally stop for forty-eight hours. Sobering for a world in which everything goes full speed all the time.
So slow down, pause, and think about the fact that we are not the masters of the universe.
Stay safe!
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My local supermarket does not have any fresh/normal dairy products. It’s OK. The storm wasn’t much here, but all the passes that lead here were either closed or absurdly treacherous never mind WHERE those things might have to come from in the first place, well, besides cows. Bear and I didn’t head to the Refuge this morning because even I could see the ice on the road. We didn’t get much in the way of snow, but that’s normal as were in a bowl defined by rain shadows.
Pumpkin bread is a favorite and snow makes it taste even better. We are not getting hardly enough here. It’s need to keep water table up. I like hunkering down but drive a beast that could make it through anything absolutely necessary, like the hospital. 😉 Nothing else would matter. I hope you get clearance soon.
The pumpkin bread, both loaves, disappeared promptly. Out town is cleaning up pretty well. But my wife is a nurse and where she works has awful road work. Driving her in last night was a nightmare.
I am so sorry anyone has to take those kinds of risks. I do understand about the pumpkin bread. Keeping good thoughts for safe travels.