It has been a week, y’all.
We returned Monday from a weekend trip to Austin just in time for a whopper of a snowfall. The official measurement for Fayetteville was 8.95″. (By the way, I took the bright snowy picture above from my kitchen window at 1:30 a.m.! And we had hours of snowfall after that.)
For real, it was like the heavy snowfalls of my childhood, the wondrous type with fat drifting flakes that accumulated quickly and sent us sledding across fields and making entire snow families in the front yard.
Yes, as much fun as Austin held for us, I was glad we made it home in time for such a magical S N O W.
You know the saying…all that glitters is not gold. So true. The snow was lovely to behold, and it was even glittery. But the heavy snow brought down tree limbs all throughout northwest Arkansas. This translated into widespread power outages. Our home was without power for about eighteen hours. To make matters way worse, Gracie was sick all night (both kinds of sick, if you know what I mean).
Sleep was spotty for everyone.
We survived and our power was restored before the second night. Many in the area were without heat several days.
My takeaway (in addition to the gold and glitter aphorism) was this—I need to be better prepared for power outages. Yes, I knew exactly where my candles and lighters were, and John quickly located our battery-powered lantern. We have an abundance of blankets and quilts and plenty of wool socks and long underwear. The thing I didn’t have that I really really needed was a way to make coffee without electricity!
Mark my words, for future power outages, I shall have instant coffee on hand. In fact, I will have some before the wintry mix forecasted for Tuesday sweeps through. Just.in.case.
Never Underestimate a Woman with a Hair Appointment
I consider the collision of a snow day AND hair appointment day to be very bad timing.
Question: Can’t a day or two separate such equally exciting things?
Answer: Sometimes, no.
Remember how our ancestors walked ten miles uphill in the snow to go to school? Well, I am that woman who donned her Icelandic garb and walked 1.28 miles (round trip) for a hair appointment.
And it was worth every slippery step.
Sure, I could have driven, but since my car was parked on the driveway buried under snow, and I was not interested in scraping the windows, walking seemed like the better choice.
Question: You have a garage, so why isn’t your car tucked inside all warm from the weather?
Answer: Because there’s no room for a car in our garage.
Answer: Because our garage currently provides a warm winter home to numerous large potted plants, of course. 😂
My Spoiled Orchid
I swear, for the past few days, I have been carrying my orchid around like an infant. She will bloom soon, and so I am determined to baby her during these days leading up to such a long-awaited time.
For most of the year, she lives in the kitchen window. The kitchen window is my sunniest spot; however, take note of this friends—when the weather is cold, the windowsills become very cold too. (See how some of her bottom leaves look tired? I think they got a little cold before I took action…) So, recently she has lived on the dining room table, soaking up warm sunshine on sunny days.
BUT when the power went out, our house became oh so cold inside. For an orchid who prefers the warm tropics to gray winter days, she was not a happy girl. I mean, what sun-loving girl would be?
I moved her in front of the fireplace where a fire blazed.
On a cold winter day, my spoiled orchid quickly became the warmest “person” in our house.
Now that the heat has been restored, my orchid is back on the dining room table enjoying sunshine whenever possible. And I am waiting for her to bloom.
The Death of Tyre Nichols
My heart hurts. I’ve not watched the video, because I don’t need to see another young man being murdered to know there are a whole lot of evil people in this country who need to get their hearts and souls and minds right.
What will it take?
For so many, life has become a mere dream, while violence and death is expected.
Oh for sure, my power outage and sick puppy and cold orchid are trivial, whiney, insignificant things compared to a Momma who has lost her son in such a despicable, heartless way, at the hands of those sworn to protect us. Once again, I have no solutions but can only continue to try and better educate myself in areas of hate and poverty and crime and mental illness, to recognize we all walk different paths and to be empathetic rather than judgmental, to pray for healing and comfort for those who suffer, to not add to the fray.
Am I adding to the fray by even mentioning it? I wonder.
I will not pretend to understand the deep-rooted issues that lead one man to take the life of another (or to stand by, watch it happen, and fail to intervene), yet I will continue to mourn and get angry when it does. And I will continue to be grateful for my life, to count my blessings, while doing my best to shine a tiny bit of brightness in a few shadowy corners.
I believe when the bark of our lives is peeled away and we see and touch the heartwood of our days, we will understand how connected we all are. And how the murder of Tyre Nichols affects everyone.
Things Momma Says:
We are in a hell of a mess.
Friends, another Sunday is here with another Sunday Letter concluded. I hope your week is filled with peace.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
P.S. Gracie is feeling much better!