It's 9 p.m. and snowing like crazy. The Weather Chanel says it's going to snow until mid-night or beyomd.
It's not that much on the ground, but a tree near our back porch has dropped a major limb and the other evergreens are weighed down with snow--heavy, wet snow.
Plus a wire just to the east of our front porch is hanging so low I fear a snow plow would catch it and tear it down. It seems to go to Joe and Lisa's house, across the street.
As early as it is I may go to bed soon, just to be unconscious to the storm.
Tomorrow will be a new day to move snow.
All the drama in Washington is muted by a snow storm.
One blessing from the snow, at least....
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- 11 days into our new life
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- how long it's been
- every thing I see....
- "Life is still and over for one I loved..."
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- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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