The pattern was snow storm, how pretty, make soup, storm stops, sun out, suit up, get shovel & salt melt & join neighbors, sweat in freezing cold, dry off, eat soup, veg out from exhaustion, look out window at buried garden, BITCH & dream of SOMEPLACE ELSE warm & sunny.
I was too exhausted to much in between snow storms as the above routine repeated frequently that I finally found an outlet for my creativity in carving patterns in the snow piles as I added new layers.
The other fun thing to do was to discover deer tracks in snow!
Not these cute little harmless ones. The real ones, BIG ones, that have become multiple thorns in the side of every urban gardener & farmer around here!
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