
This is the sky the morning after the last snow. We were out early shoveling and snowblowing, The one saving grace? The spectacular sun and clear blue skies. No filters on this pic – this is exactly how it looked that morning.
Like much of the country, we are in the middle of extremely frigid temperatures and this trend doesn’t look like it’s going to end anytime soon. My hands are still ice cold as I type this. And there’s talk of another storm that’s going to be spreading across the country – west to east – which might bring lots of snow on Sunday into Monday.
No, thank you, Mother Nature. We have enough on the ground.
I keep telling Don that this winter is starting to remind me of the “Boston Winter.” That’s the winter Don was away in Boston and I was holding down the fort here. I had to buy a rake for the roof because there was so much snow there. I shoveled a path for Scoutie that turned into a tunnel, it was so deep. The day I remember most was when we had yet another heavy snowfall and I had to shovel the driveway because I had to be in Hartford with Scout the next day. After working and working and seeing hardly any results I just stood there and cried. It seemed so hopeless. I waved the white flag of surrender and asked my neighbors for help. They came to my rescue.

I’ve been thinking of Scout a lot lately. It doesn’t seem possible, but she left us in February of 2016. She’s been gone 10 years. I miss her every day.
That means my Dad has been gone 10 years as well. And mom? 11 years. And Riley, 14 years.
The years go by so quickly, something I am reminded of all the time as I realize how limited our time here is.
I can’t write about the horrors in this country. It’s too hard. And I’m desperately trying to cling on to some semblance of hope.
Stay safe.
Happy Wednesday.




