It’s been a rough week here in Rhode Island. We had two more significant snowfalls, and everyone is winter-weary. Meetings have been canceled, or even worse, they were held on snowy nights, meaning I had to make my way home late at night, on roads that had not been plowed. But enough about me.
The above photo was taken the morning after the latest storm. Everything was clean and white and glowing in the early sun, as if it had all been given a fresh coat of paint.
The egret ornament in my neighbor’s garden looked nice in the snow.
The path to the driveway is getting deeper and narrower.
The man who plows our driveway told me he was having trouble finding places to put all the snow.
I do believe that even I, the great Snow-lover, have had enough of this. I’m tired of preparing for it, talking about it, dressing for it, driving in it, working around it, clearing it, and writing about it.
As if I have any say in the matter.
I think all of our grumbling has done it! The French doors to the deck are open today, and we’re enjoying the warmer weather, fresh air, and chirping birds. Now if we can just clear St. Patrick’s Day (where we native Rhode Islanders have come to expect the last big snow of the year…Yikes!)
The driveway to the house is almost clear of the white stuff and ice, but the snow banks are humongous! When will it all melt so that I can get to the back yard and the gardens?