About 7 Friday night we saw our first flakes. A sure harbinger of more to come. By bedtime at 11 we were still waiting hopefully. Up at 2:30 a.m. just to check on the status of our backyard. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. We knew that Raleigh, Charlotte, and Greensboro had already begun accumulating the white stuff even before we went to bed. Was this going to be the same old story we've heard oftentimes before? The storm tracked just north of the Sandhills, where just a trace of snow fell.
But, not to worry. I had just been back in bed a minute or two when there was the audible sound--ting ting ting-- on our tin roof. I sprang back to the back door and was gratified to see some crystalline formations descending on the premises. YES. It was easy to drop off to sleep after that. A couple of hours later Judy informed me that the ground was now white. By the time we got up just after 7, we had a decent covering. The best part was, even though the ground was fully covered (except the wild onions I chose NOT to cut in October), ice was not clinging to the trees and power lines. Even though I love the effect of ice-covered trees, losing one's electricity is not a good trade-off.
Postponing breakfast, Judy and I bundled up and trekked off to survey the nearby community. Here are some representative pictures from our outing.
Out the front gate. The back steps looked a little icy.
The birdbath may be frozen over, but it still remained a busy area all day. Judy put out a pan of water so the birds could drink (instead of just skating).
A nice even covering. And we have no plans to move any of the vehicles until the roads are clear.
For the small amount we got, the roads are surprisingly covered. And with temps around 13 and 10 degrees for the next two nights, conditions won't improve too rapidly.
We've got food, electricity, and plenty of firewood. Not a bad place to be snowed in.
Somebody's obviously been driving, but cars are few and far between.
We walked the half mile to Highway 211 and find it has already been scraped.
The road up to Pinehurst and Rassie Wicker Park
Now that we've walked to 211 and seen what we could see, we have a good walk home with just a little sleet in our faces.
I step over to the power line right-of-way where we frequently walk.

When I taught 3rd grade, I felt it was crucial for our children to know the truth about our nation's past, both the good and the bad. We have much to cherish and to be proud of. But to withhold stories of days of slavery or the Cherokee "Trail of Tears" or the days of racial oppression and segregation denies children the opportunity to find their own moral compass. I found that when children were faced with harsh facts, their hearts were filled with compassion, remorse, and a longing that bad things had never happened. How else could they incorporate into their own value system a determination that these things never happen again?



