Greetings. It’s early in the morning, the lights are on, the blanket on the loveseat is a bit mussy, confirming the fact that Scout considers it her bed.
Over the past several days, the many inches of snow that were on the ground melted away until there was just the odd pile here and there. Even the snow you see in the photo above had disappeared.
I was happy. Frankly, it makes things so much easier around here – for me, for Scout, for our driveway. I can appreciate the beauty of snow but after many, many years of dealing with it, the bloom is off the rose, so to speak. Especially when I am handling this all by myself for a couple of months.
This is what I woke up to this morning. Pretty? Yes. Annoying? Yes, yes and yes.
Because now I’ve got to shovel everything. And we have a lot of driveway. That goes uphill. Then I have to salt. My back is already complaining at just the thought of it.
And, though I know it is with the best of intentions, please don’t tell me we should buy a snow blower. I know we should. But it’s not in the budget right now. I am the snow blower.
That doesn’t sound right, does it?
So as I sit here, listening to Ravel’s Bolero on the radio, I am girding my loins for the job ahead. It’s not a huge amount of snow, thank goodness. But it’s enough.
One more cup of coffee. Then it’s go time.
Oh drat. The plow just went by.
What’s the weather like in your neck of the woods?
Several of you mentioned that you were disappointed that the scarf I listed yesterday sold so quickly. If you are interested in one in that color, send me an email. I’d be happy to make one for you, providing I know just how much of that particular color to order.
Happy Wednesday.
