Snow Policy

Cave Ridge Farm in the Snow - 19 Dec 2009

Cave Ridge Farm in the Snow – 19 Dec 2009

With all the snow and talk of snow, we’ve been asked about our snow policy.  Here it is: We’ll be here unless we call you to say otherwise. If you can make it, great! If not, no worries. Just give us a call as soon as you know you won’t be able to make it and we’ll be happy to reschedule.

Weather conditions can vary widely throughout the region and we understand that some folks might be snowed in while others have no difficulty getting out and about. . . .

We definitely don’t want you to feel like you’re risking life and limb to make your appointment!

(Some folks who live in town give us a call to see if they can get in on a snow day cancellation.  Feel free to do so!)

Be well, stay warm and enjoy the snow!

“Snow Day” by Billy Collins

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
and beyond these windows

the government buildings smothered,
schools and libraries buried, the post office lost
under the noiseless drift,
the paths of trains softly blocked,
the world fallen under this falling.

In a while I will put on some boots
and step out like someone walking in water,
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,
and I will shake a laden branch,
sending a cold shower down on us both.

But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,
a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.
I will make a pot of tea
and listen to the plastic radio on the counter,
as glad as anyone to hear the news

that the Kiddie Corner School is closed,
the Ding-Dong School, closed,
the All Aboard Children’s School, closed,
the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed,
along with — some will be delighted to hear —

the Toadstool School, the Little School,
Little Sparrows Nursery School,
Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day School,
the Tom Thumb Child Center, all closed,
and — clap your hands — the Peanuts Play School.

So this is where the children hide all day,
These are the nests where they letter and draw,
where they put on their bright miniature jackets,
all darting and climbing and sliding,
all but the few girls whispering by the fence.

And now I am listening hard
in the grandiose silence of the snow,
trying to hear what those three girls are plotting,
what riot is afoot,
which small queen is about to be brought down.

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