Our Canada Goose looked disturbed this morning…what happened to her westward view of the world?
..and to the north… but it’s almost springtime..
..and to the east..what’s that white stuff up past the door knob, up to Frank’s midriff?
..and a little higher to the south? it’s snow, and a heck of a lot of it!! more than we’ve seen since White Juan in early 2004. What’s this? Son of White Juan? Every decade give or take a year we get blasted? Mind you, it was amazing to witness, from inside and when we made a shovelling foray. Note the evidence of Scrabble on the dining room table. Some rituals are perfect for snow days.