The snow started falling on Friday night and yesterday we woke to find a white world, a covering of two or three inches and trees and bushes laden with soft icing. The sun came out and wrapped up we had a wonderful walk, enjoying the scenery around us and the beauty of this quiet, clean world. Last night the weather forecasters were full of warnings of heavy and prolonged snowfall with very low temperatures and as so often is the case when the forecast is bad, they got it exactly right. The snow started again in the early hours of the morning and now at 2pm it is still snowing. All our tracks from yesterday have disappeared, no traffic is moving and the world outside is silent.
Before we moved back to Wales we had had little snow for years, the West Country rarely gets a decent covering so initially we were delighted to be seeing snow again. It was exciting, an adventure, we could feel a childlike pleasure in donning wellington boots and knitted hats and generally behaving like children. There is little to be concerned about, our house is warm and comfortable we have plenty of wood for the stove and the gas tank is reassuringly half full. I have never been able to throw off my Mother’s advice to keep a good store cupboard so the freezer is well stocked and we have all the supplies needed to feed us for at least a week. We have a television to watch, a list of films we’ve been meaning to see and plenty of books as well as the day to day chores to pass the time so the sensible approach would be to regard this time as an enforced holiday, a staycation and on one level we are doing just that.
There is however, a niggle just under the surface, a feeling of being imprisoned against our will, of being coerced to stay in or close to home. Our opponent here is Mother Nature and there is little we can do to win the battle. If the snow continues to fall and the temperatures to freeze then we are stuck. Today we are fairly relaxed about it, it is Sunday and we would often be at home anyway; tomorrow will be OK, we had no plans but on Tuesday I go to my Tai Chi class, on Wednesday I have a hairdresser’s appointment and already I begin to feel an irrational irritation that my plans may be thwarted. It was at this point that I decided to come and write down my feelings because what I am experiencing is an expectation that because I have planned something it should come to pass when in reality many things can cause us to change plans, to fail to meet deadlines, to cancel arrangements. It is a myth that we are in control of our lives and takes only a snowstorm here in UK or the horrific fires currently raging in California to show us that we have little control over the big things in life and very little at all where Nature is concerned.
I am one of the lucky ones, in no immediate danger just having to accept a little inconvenience, a reminder that my little niggles are of little or no consequence and life will not end if I fail to get a hair cut on Wednesday. My thoughts go out to anyone who is due to go to hospital tomorrow for a planned operation, for anyone living rough through this awful weather, for those who work in our emergency services to keep traffic moving and people safe no matter what the weather.
So, having given myself a good talking to, I shall do what I always do in times of stress – I shall bake a cake, coffee and walnut I think, and eat a large slice while watching the snowflakes slip past the window and focus on how my good fortune.