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Through, through, through!
Feb. 14th, 2007 08:39 pmThis is me. But I have fewer cookies. And no train.
We got a significant snowfall, which is showing no sign of letting up. The little winding canyons I've been clearing aren't quite waist-high on me in most places...but only most. The parking lot is filled with low hillocks that used to be cars. (One, on the lee side of the main house, is completely hidden, not even a side-view mirror emerging from the soft white hump.) Snow pours from the eaves in little cascades, lit golden from behind by the security light.
The snow is a joy to shovel, fluffy yet cohesive, like a Joss Whedon series. It is also, apparently, a joy to play in: a stump-legged pug, his head well below the snow level, came with great flouncing determination to investigate my activities, and when I came inside a little kid was sledding down the hills the snowplow left. The car is still hillockized, but I'll wait to unhillock it until the snow stops—a half inch fell between clearing the steps and finishing the path to the mailbox.
I took a few pictures, and will take more tomorrow, when there's sunlight. Tonight calls for a fire and cocoa and Lost, snuggled with my sweetie on the couch.
We got a significant snowfall, which is showing no sign of letting up. The little winding canyons I've been clearing aren't quite waist-high on me in most places...but only most. The parking lot is filled with low hillocks that used to be cars. (One, on the lee side of the main house, is completely hidden, not even a side-view mirror emerging from the soft white hump.) Snow pours from the eaves in little cascades, lit golden from behind by the security light.
The snow is a joy to shovel, fluffy yet cohesive, like a Joss Whedon series. It is also, apparently, a joy to play in: a stump-legged pug, his head well below the snow level, came with great flouncing determination to investigate my activities, and when I came inside a little kid was sledding down the hills the snowplow left. The car is still hillockized, but I'll wait to unhillock it until the snow stops—a half inch fell between clearing the steps and finishing the path to the mailbox.
I took a few pictures, and will take more tomorrow, when there's sunlight. Tonight calls for a fire and cocoa and Lost, snuggled with my sweetie on the couch.
