
There is nothing finer than to see the arrival of a snowplow in the driveway during a blizzard. Now, if it would only come back.
I was sitting in a meeting the other day and as the conversation swirled around me, I heard someone on the other side of the table talking about making charitable donations in lieu of gifts for Christmas. That is just what my sister and I decided to do this year.
I didn't put many decorations out this year for the holidays. A little of this and a little of token that, and of course the window candles, de rigeur if you live in a colonial. Since I neglected to put away my steel family in the fall, I made them red mini mufflers. Sorta cute. They may just have to wear them until Spring.
It started as an occasional flake, and soon grew to a light flurry like dandruff scratched by taloned fingers against the leaden sky. Within a few hours the earth had cooled enough for the snow to start to blanket the yard. It continued throughout the day and into the night. I awoke to a marshmallow world. The prediction was for 6 inches and I would say we came in at 5 1/2. It is always lovely the first time.