Here’s what happens if I let the dog out and take the garbage pails in at the same time.
Entering into the walk zone during a cold break from my library job, I keep telling myself that we are halfway through winter and rounding the corner to spring. Right?!
The dog is real. The baby squirrels are toys. My dear wife Karen orders the little stuffier to replenish our cherished rescue mutt’s supply every few months or so. They don’t last that long with her attention. At this moment, however, she is contemplating a blueberry.
At last winter had its way with the stubborn backyard rose. How soon until spring?
You’d think the roof over the side alcove would keep most of that spot clear of our February snow. Not this particular snow storm. The shovel was there for me.
Even when I work my library job from home, I get a morning break. So I snuck outside to see how much snow had fallen since the sun came up. Yup.
So does waking up to morning snow before the sun rises make me feel a little artsy with my iPhone 8? Or does it make me feel really out there? The back door show says it might be the second.
With more snow 25 miles down the road where my daughter Elisabeth and George Three live, she texted me this photo to illustrate how he dug both their cars out. Yes. Very hard work for sure. Good job, sir.
My terrific daughter Elisabeth texted me this photo on Tuesday morning. And George Three was still sleeping! Yes, some 25 miles to the east, they got a lot more snow than we did here. She cleared her car and made it to work, said the next text. Had to change wet pants first, though. I…
With much of the East Coast getting pounded by a major storm this Tuesday morning, I will not complain about having to clear our cars of a steadily falling few inches. Usually, you see, it is we here in Central New York that get much, much more. The stuff is expected to fall through Wednesday.…