Everyone is neck deep in snow. Feeling controlled by the white stuff; my calendar shifts and moans under its’ obtrusive weight. The fierce weather does not stop rolling through day after day.
Today I spend in the kitchen concocting comforts: legumes, sweet potato and roasted vegetables. Bread is in the crock on the rise, sitting on the hearth next to the wood stove. Creating sustenance distracts from the flurry outside. There is a pile up once again. An “inside job” does it; bringing peace and contentment to an otherwise stormy day.