When you live in a plains state, you do it every day – check the weather forecast. The weather – hot, cold, windy, wet, not wet enough – is always a topic of conversation. As a major snowstorm moves into our area, the conversation level concerning weather ramps up. The radio, computer webpages and TV channel are tuned to catch the latest weather announcements, warnings and alerts. Which school has and hasn’t closed for the day is known by all –whether you have school age children or not.
Plains residents are always ready for weather on some level but as a potential snowdown closedown moves closer the last minute checklists are being run. Everyone is counting their stash of milk, bread and other basics. We keep even closer than usual tabs on our teenage drivers and elderly family members. We breathe a sigh of relief when we know all family vehicles are off the road and safely tucked into garages or quonsets for the duration of this latest weather incident.
As the weather impacts our lives, we fuss and fume about missed school and social activities, stress when rescheduling appointments and meetings and retell with great detail road conditions on the drive home or how long we spent blowing snow. In between though, if you listen carefully, you will hear the almost longing for the suspending of time. As the snow depth builds, our worlds and their often self-imposed busyness quiet down. Buried under the world of white, our rushing here and there slows and even stops.
Thanks to Mother Nature’s landscaping of white flakes, everyone’s yards and fields look the same. Nothing now to plant, tend, mow, water or weed. We may still post on Facebook longing messages for what has been cancelled in our lives. But eventually even the Type A personalities gaze out the picture window and willingly absorb the imposed stillness. A ND winter has again quieted our lives.