The snow began to fall before dawn. I saw the first flakes, big and puffy, falling slowly. By the half-light before dawn, I could see the woodlot filling up with snow. It got heavier and wetter; it fell faster.
I’ve lived in snowbound places. At the time, I’d barely notice a blizzard. But it’s been a while.
I put on my coveralls, brought in firewood and raked the snow off the Wise Woman’s greenhouse. I threw snowballs at and chased the enormous dog, who is dismayed that I can play for minutes, not hours.
One of the joys of the day has been watching the bird feeders, which look like subway platforms at rush hour.
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