Half way through last weekend’s blizzard, I took the photo shown below, while standing in our front doorway. After a couple of sidewalk shovelings, the snow was probably “only” eight of the eventual seventeen inches. The entire background is snow, which covered the lawn, as well as the front evergreen shrubbery (save the potted shrub on the left, as well as errant branches poking their way through the snow in postures of “Help!” –or surrender). The little area of darkness at the top of the background is a hint of the truck parked in front of the house.
Today, there still are multi-foot drifts, but the area shown in the photo is down to seven inches of snow. We’ve weathered a storm. I written a poem. Who could ask for anything more?
If you, too, experienced the blizzard–before, during, and after: I hope all went well for you! God bless you!