I know it’s that time of year again. For one thing, there’s five inches of snow on the driveway and we haven’t hired a plow, so it better melt pretty fast. Lucky we have a 4-wheel drive car parked up at the top, eh?
Owen’s going to come by in his jeep and try to flatten it out so we can walk up to the car and not fall on the ice. There’s more weather expected Tuesday … but hopefully, it won’t accumulate. Much depends on the temperature. If it isn’t too cold, it won’t stick. But you can never tell this time of year. Anything could happen and by anything, I mean it could be balmy spring weather or deep, bitter cold. With or without snow.
It is lovely outside. The last of the snow is clinging to tree branches, though it is melting pretty fast now. I know I should be taking pictures, but I’m tired. We were doing GREAT on our lovely little vacation in Connecticut until that torturous drive home. More on that later.
I couldn’t take pictures of the torturous drive home because my camera fell out of my bag in the Curleys driveway. They found it, so it is safe … but of course, it was the only camera I had brought with me. Ironic. I always bring at least two cameras … and this time of year, boots because weather in New England is crazy. This time, in one of my rare efforts to pack lightly, I didn’t bring any boots. I didn’t even bring extra shoes.
“Garry,” I said, “The bags are light. I didn’t even bring boots. It’s not going to snow.” I said that with the kind of certainty that only someone who is completely wrong could possibly muster.
Garry complete agreed with me. He brought what could only be described as tennis shoes.
It snowed. In Connecticut and all the way home. And kept snowing. When I woke this morning, I could hear thudding outside, which I assumed — correctly — was clods of snow melting and falling on the roof.
We all need diversity in our lives. The more, the better.