About 5 inches fell over night. Nothing like Buffalo, but I’m left wondering…
“Who made those tracks?”
Yesterday, I perched photosynthesizing in a one time sunny chair.
Now that’s done.
And the ditch project, paused.
In this interim, Mark is shoveling. Driving Kubotas.
Wish it were me heaving scoops and scoops.
The sky is beautiful vanilla bean in a blue bowl.
I scream, you scream, we all scream…
Somewhere someone is skiing and having fun.
I am huddling,
Shut up behind closed doors
wrapped in a blanket of healing warmth…
and new snow