A well publicized snowstorm heads our way, fronted with gusts of wind that pull the few remaining birds at my birdfeeder in unexpected directions. Indoors, we head for solitary pursuits and await the arrival of the March Lion. I build a fire in the woodstove and put a pan of chicken in the oven to roast, calm with preparation and years of weather experience.
Of course no one wants there to be school tomorrow, though the animals will all need to be fed and attended to no matter what the weather throws at us.
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