It snowed, and the earth was devoid of color. The wind howled and shook the house, knocking to get in. Robins, sparrows, tufted titmice, and cardinals huddled in their nests. Wise squirrels had gathered acorns from the old oak tree, but now they, too, sought shelter. The roads were unplowed, and the schools were closed for days. I baked an endless supply of cookies, bread, cakes, and donuts. My comfort for the storm. The house was scented with cinnamon and love.
frosted white-veiled world
sighs drifting from cloud-draped moon–
from home warmth beckons
It’s midsummer, so to be contrary I thought I’d write about a blizzard. When my children were young—perhaps in kindergarten and third grade—there was a blizzard that left two feet of snow, and more in the drifts. I know that some of you live in areas that have more snow, but I think it wasn’t only the amount, but the intensity of the storm and the drifting afterwards. It might have been this one.
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I love to be weatherlocked… I have only been that in mountain cabins really, but baking is an excellent thing to do… the scent of cinnamon is comforting.
Thank you, Björn. I was strangely content. I agree about cinnamon.
Cinnamon and snow, a beautiful-sounding combination. And the snow-bound house smelling of baking and love. Ahhh.
I love being snowed in and the scent of cinnamon- both so comforting
Thank you very much, Beth. I don’t like being out in the cold, but I do like to have some days where it’s cold enough for blankets and cocoa. 🙂
Me too
I love the birdies hunkered down…lovely, Merril! I think I remember that storm.
Thank you very much, Jill!
There’s something so soothing about cinnamon in Winter and it’s a true blessing when we have a warm and loving place to retreat to xxx
Thank you so much for your lovely comment. 🙂
Merril- your words are so lovely.
Thank you very much, Linda!
I love those scents and baking those home made goodies make the storm watch more bearable. I can empathize with winter blizzards as it can get pretty cold here in Canada.
Thank you, Grace. Yes, it’s definitely colder and snowier in Canada. 🙂
Oh yes i can fell the cozy warmth of love in your baking project.
Happy Monday
Much❤🕊❤love
Thank you very much! I appreciate the love. 🙂
This has a snug/bug/rug feel to it. Making the most of a situation.
“snug/bug/rug feel” 🙂 Thank you, Ken!
ALWAYS bake on a stormy winters day! Even now as my kids are grown.
I do, too. Thank you!
Snowbound, but safe with all you need: your children, cinnamon and love.
Thank you, Maggie. Yes, indeed.
I like the house scented with cinnamon and love.
Thank you, Frank.
Lovely, Merril. The contrast between the cosiness inside and the storm outside is the stuff of stories.
Thank you so much, Sarah!
A beautiful piece – from the detail in the paragraph to the economy of the verse
Thank you very much, Derrick!
A great fit. There’s something about the smell of baked good in a house – especially in the winter.
Thank you very much, Frank. 🙂
We had some of those cosy days too…although the girls always had to go out sledding in the park…(and then hot chocolate!) (K)
I thought I had replied, but apparently now. Our girls often went out to play in the snow, then came in for cocoa and cinnamon toast. 🙂 But as I remember this, it was too cold and windy for them.
It all comes down to love, doesn’t it? Perfect Haibun, so lovely.
Thank you very much, Lona.
Yes, I suppose it does. 🙂
storm so vividly depicted, baking is a warming soother … can smell it!
Thank you so much, Kate!