Work (and lunch with Aunt Eileen) are cancelled for today,
so I've got a snow day just like the school kids ☺.
The grass was well covered when I got up this morning, and now, at noon, it's at least 8-10 inches deep. The city plow was just out on the street building the curbside mini-mountain range that'll last till February or March. Here's the truth: no matter how much we bitch and complain about winter, we're proud of ourselves for enduring it, for staying warm, for living thru another one. Any "near miss" (i.e., "OMG, I had to walk all the way to the mailbox and back!") is great fodder for friends in Florida and for you-think-that's-bad- listen-to-this contests. Now, the mosquitoes and gnats freeze to death, weeds and grass stop growing, summers' incessant heat is gone, and the clean whiteness appeals to our Northern European souls. We're holed-up now for a few months, making soup and bread, reading books and...doing genealogy. Gut genug.