Eerily beautiful Nanking cherry branches.
Sugar maple tree dazzles the eye.
The snow plow has yet to appear in our neighborhood. That is not surprising. We do not have the snow removal equipment for this kind of precipitation. And just as I type this, I hear tits scraping sound of the plow as it labors past our house. Shortly thereafter we have a brief power outage. This inspires us to break out the emergency candle, oil lamps, tea lights.
“Guard your snow shovel,” counsels a friend. Good advice. There seem to be no snow shovels left at Lowe’s Wal-Mart and general stores in our area. Crikey! Occasionally, hooligans steal wood and snow shovels in our fair village .I am not worried. The attack cats will deal with thieves, should they show up. As a last resort we can unleash the Great Dane, but I doubt that it will be necessary . Purloiners of wood usually come in the dead of night to load their ill-gotten logs onto their cars. I’d like to see them drive through six inches of this wet stuff. More than one foolhardy driver has failed to negotiate our driveway in good weather. Six inches of snow make it impassible. Goody.
Hmm…not so goody that I seem to have the flu. Oh well, I suppose I will be helicoptered out to the hospital if need be. For the mo, the family plies me with hot tea and soup. If neither cures the cough, fever and achy break feeling, being cared for helps the morale.
Local papers have photos of empty shelf after empty shelf in our supermarkets. What a bonanza for Safeway and Hell Mart. We stocked up early. The infanta baked bread today using a modified recipe from the King Arthur Flour site. Delish.
DC airports are closed, I hear. Apparently MARC commuter trains will not be running though a freight train just went by. More anon.