It has been nearly 24 hours since the blizzard moved east leaving people in these parts to cope with the aftermath. For some, that meant taking their snow machines out for a spin; for me, that meant my first plowing run through the drifted snow around the property. Except for ten very cold fingers, the plowing was accomplished without incident.The mercury in our outside thermometer barely broke zero today, which means I spent my non-plowing hours as close to the wood stove as I could get without stepping on the cat, who has claimed the edge of the rug closest to the flame. Smart cat. Smart me. We were meant to be together this winter.
These days of short sunlight don't do much to warm the atmosphere, but the milky light can be a tonic for the soul. Sunrise fills each dawn with fuschia and dusk bathes the sky in the dreamiest yellow one finds outside of sleep. It's a photographers wonderland outdoors this time of year. Or it would be if the camera didn't transfer the bitter cold right back to my ten frozen fingers. They just can't take this cold.
