Snow Woes

This post goes out to all of you who live in warm places where this never happens. Where you never have to wake up in the morning (like we did yesterday) and look out your window to see this:

or have to dig your way to your front door because you can't open it from the inside...

...which also means that you've just spent 2 hours digging your way down the driveway from your back door because it's the only way to get to the front door...

...it's also the only way to get your car out of the garage to go anywhere once the streets are cleared. Especially to the grocery store when you realize you didn't get ____ (fill in the blank) the night before because you certainly didn't believe the weather people could be accurate when they predicted that much snow for the third time in a row!

And though the U.S. postal service boasts: "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds", your post-person never does show up (even after you un-buried your mailbox)...

And finally, you have no place to put the snow anymore so you've managed to build a mini-Everest that you'd have to scale to get into your own back yard just to re-fill the bird feeder...

...and since you don't own any carabiners or crampons, you resort to standing in your bathtub and tossing birdseed out the window...

But then you stop in your snow-matted boots—right there in the tub—because wait a minute, take a closer look...it's so incredibly beautiful. The light, the soft curves, the long shadows, crisp air and muffled quiet...

and the thought that somewhere under all this snow...is Spring.