But we do live here, so we don't have a snow day. Instead, we make our way through drifts of snow 5 feet tall, punching through left and right, the path through the woods that we normally walk in less than ten minutes taking 30 now, and leaving us breathless and red-cheeked. We arrive wherever we are going with a sense of accomplishment rare for an ordinary day. Usually we go somewhere to get there. Today, the journey really is the thing.
Like anything we do, or try to do, shouldn't the struggle to do it be worth something? I'd almost decided to dislike this day, with the heavens dumping on us like they'd figured to give us winter's last hurrah in just 24 hours. But I changed my mind ––knee-deep in a drift, I had to laugh. Always trying to get somewhere. Why not pause for a moment and look around, upward, downward, side to side? I might see something I'd otherwise have missed.
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| Pugnacious post office pug. |
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| No car, no mail. Hot chocolate, anyone? |
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| Apple tree. |
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| Our little dirt road. |
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| Knee-deep in it and loving it. |
Just as your were getting tired of looking at the white stuff...
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Yarn! Icelandic top left, then two yellow-green balls of onion-skin dyed,
and some natural fleece snow-white.
(Can you tell? I've got snow on my mind.)
Have a beautiful Monday! |
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