Well, call me Jewel (my mother). The fudge is made and all the bird feeders are full but not a flake of snow has fallen. I've been from window to window watching, waiting. It would not surprise me one bit if we didn't see the first flake of snow. It has happened before, just this way in the 1990's. Snow and ice predicted. Warnings, warnings, warnings! So I call my boss in Raleigh. Sir, surely I cannot strike off toward Raleigh, 45 miles away, alone, when blizzard conditions could begin at any moment! :( Not to worry, he said. Stay put and be safe. Well, not one drop of anything fell from the sky that day! Not one drop!
You folks should have seen our local noon news. Reporters are positioned from the mountains to the coast of North Carolina, waiting for that first snow flake. State trucks loaded with salt brine, like Army tanks in a war zone, lined up, motors humming, ready to pull out with the first sighting of snow.
Businesses have closed or, are closing early, same thing for the schools! Reporting from the east coast we hear that Wilmington is a ghost town...no one on the streets. People hunkered down, waiting. But what if it don't snow!!! :)
Lucky Poppy! His days off this week are today and tomorrow. Poppy says the store will be "blown out" by the time he goes back to work on Thursday! Panicked shoppers, pushing and shoving, hoarding and stocking up on groceries in case we are snowed in for more than one day! But what if we starve!!!
I need to hush and stop making fun! I am as bad as any other southerner...probably worse!
Bickett knows that Poppy does not like cat hair. That's why he spends the day lounging on Poppy's side of the bed...
Is that Poppy I hear coming to the computer! Will he will be angry?
Nah, he's okay!
Me and Poppy are buds!
Better get busy. I am headed out for one last round to check the animal's feed and water before we get snowed in.
Thank you for visiting. :) (I may be eating crow later).