I'll Take That As A Yes

Not going anywhere, not today or tomorrow.  The airline kindly called at 5 a.m. to say our two flights are canceled.  When light came, we saw this from the back door:

We are ready to go to Italy!  Bags packed, passport ready, Euros located.  But the Snow Gods sent a strong message.  Stay home!  And, it's odd, home never looks so cosy as it does when there's a winter wonderland outside. Why is that?  Maybe because all the color is near you, inside the rooms, while outside has transformed and abstracted to black and white.  From the kitchen:

Maybe we're metabolically disturbed by the subtraction of color from our view of the world and feel like wrapping our rooms around ourselves.  Just a theory on a snowy day.  I always think we're more primitive than we know.

The two days stolen from our trip give me a chance to order my desk, answer over-due letters, and eat mysterious things from the freezer, since we cleared the fridge after Christmas dinner.  Also a moment of calm–and there's been precious little of that lately.  Looking at the cherry tree, I recalled A. E. Housman's "Loveliest of Trees."   He writes of the spring-blooms as "hung with blossom along the bough," and of "wearing white for Eastertide."  At the end he compares the profligate blossoms to snow, and yes, the two cherries outside my sunroom are in full cold bloom:

Nowhere to go, a lovely quiet, and sculptural views of snow-capped flower pots and white-weighted evergreens, even a cardinal in the snow.  So, I'll take this as a yes.