When Robert Burns wrote about plowing up a mouse’s nest, he was writing about this time of year:
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!
We are definitely into bleak December winds, accompanied by snow, which are already wreaking havoc with holiday plans. This is a mixed blessing. After more than a year of drought and predictions for a dry winter, any amount of snow is welcome, and this is our second for the season. However, blizzard conditions on the plains are not to be taken lightly. In addition, it is always possible for blizzard snows to produce very little in the way of measurable precipitation, so we are waiting to see. This weather will interfere with my planned trip on Wednesday to make Christmas ornaments with the granddaughters, but Christmas Day itself should be clear. Our snow accumulations here are small enough to cause amusement to those of you up north, but because we don’t have frequent large snowfalls, we don’t have the snow removal equipment that is common in other parts of the country either. It just isn’t economically practical.
Furthermore, I was visited by a gastrointestinal something-or-other over the weekend. Fortunately, my actual Christmas shopping and knitting was done. I need to wrap. The replacement sweater will probably not be quite finished by Christmas Day, however. I know better than to try to knit when my mind is that foggy.
Right now, Hubby and I are in a warm house with a slab of ribs having just been cooked in the roaster, so everything smells great. We can enjoy an evening of television and knowing that we don’t have to fight our way to work in the morning.
I just found this video interpretation of Burns’ poem: