Monday

Thoughts of blue skies and muddy paths with stirring root stock are pushed aside today as the snow falls -- from morning until night. Close to half a foot expected.

Ed asks if I'm up for skiing.

No I am not. I am not up at all, I'm down on the couch sipping tea and lighting candles and catching my breath after one set of busy days and before the next set of busy days.

We eat breakfast, but cheating a little: Ed brings his computer to it and explains to me the various ways you can get information about weather systems that are at play where you live. I listen, but it's what I would call frivolous information. I don't need the European model or the XYZ model to tell me what I already know: it's snowing outside.











(Miss Calico and Cutie are hanging out on the porch again. Who knows why.)





Winter is digging in her heels. Here to stay. Uff!



In the afternoon, I brave the rural roads and head out to pick up the kids. It's slow going, and slow returning, and slow trudging from car to house, but Snowdrop and Sparrow are used to snow and all that it brings with it, including the opportunity to stomp into drifts that are at least knee deep, indeed the deeper the better!











Oh, the beautiful, dry warmth of the farmhouse!











And the snow continues to fall and, truthfully, it is beautiful.










Soup tonight. Of course. I have all this kale, I have some onions, I have some cannellini beans...