Among the gifts my children gave me at Christmas was this happy little hedgehog. He sits atop my computer and looks on with interest as I type the current suspenseful scene in By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. This hedgehog is more than he seems at first glance. He reverses, and becomes a turtle. The turtle is also interested in the latest mysterious happening at Granger’s Mansion. Why do I have a hedgehog and a turtle on my computer? They are happy little guys, interested in what I’m doing, and since they seem to be expecting me to write, I write.
This day may be sort of like my friends on my computer…reversible. It is warm this morning, but, judging from the forecast, this is the high. The thermometer is going downhill all day until rain and maybe storms will move in and–dare I say that dreaded word–ice? At least, it is a possibility.
I remember vividly the devastating ice storm of 2009. Trees all over town bear the scars from that, including the trees in my yard. The first of my trees to succumb, that morning eight years ago, was a pretty little pine tree in my back yard. I heard a sharp crack, like a pistol, and most of that lovely tree lay on the ground, leaving only a pitiful stump. That was just the start. All over town, cracks, pops, booms, crashes filled the air as trees and limbs broke, split, and tumbled. My back yard looked like a horizontal forest.
But, why am I bringing this up? I believe it was in January that the other ice storm happened and this is January and when the weatherman even whispers the word “ice”, visions of the last one dance through my head.
However, right now, at this moment, the day is warm. The writing is going well. The hedgehog smiles atop my computer, waiting expectantly for the next installment of an exciting cozy mystery, and the coffee is good and hot and strong this morning. If snow or ice is in your forecast, make the most of a wintry day. Snuggle up on the sofa with a cozy mystery, have a cup of coffee close at hand, and journey into the world of make believe, where everything always turns out all right in the end.
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