A Storm along the Path

Snow and storms are a part of winter in New Brunswick. One stocks up on the necesssities, puts extra seed in the bird feeder and hopes the power doesn’t go off.
I was always told that if it’s going to be a small storm, the birds hunker down in a sheltered spot and wait it out; if it’s going to be a big one, they keep on feeding.

The storm began, but the feeder was still busy.

The snow got deeper and deeper. Our power didn’t even flicker, and I was grateful I was able to watch the storm’s progression from the comfort of a warm home.

I was appreciative of those who work through the storms: the ones who plow the roads and the ones who clear our driveways, the first responders who are always on duty, the ones working in every storm to restore power as quickly as possible and all the health care and other essential workers who drive to and from their jobs whatever the weather.

At dawn the storm had passed. The snow and wind had changed the yard.