At one point last night, I actually thought we were just going to get rain. You could hear it, ping-pinging off the air conditioner. But it was not to be. We woke up to a world of white. Since we had left-overs, I figured I'd just shovel off the sidewalks, clean off the car, and stay home. Then I remembered we had a video due, by noon. My husband, The Gryphon, assured me that we could let it go for one more day, pay the extra fee. But I figured I'd just walk, pick up a few groceries on the way home.
On the way there, everything was hunky-dory. I was in a good mood, taking photos with my camera. Then, the wind and snow picked up, and I had to fight through it, with plastic bags digging into my gloved hands, cutting off the circulation. My hands are still numb at the fingertips, and it's been more than an hour.
At least my sidewalks and driveway are now cleared, we have enough groceries to last us most of the week, and I'm warm again. I even had some of the organic hot cocoa that I picked up around Christmastime but never opened. It probably would have tasted better if I had stirred it properly, but the sludge on the bottom was good.
And now, some photos from both my dog walk with Una and my trek to the store.
Una is the only splash of color in a field of white.
A leaf sticks out of the fresh snow, next to a boot print.
Snow-laden miniature trees look like a tiny forest.
A plow clears the parking lot of the dollar store.
A woman with an umbrella pushes through the snow.
Distances are farther than they look when snow is involved.