It snowed and snowed and snowed all night. Company came and went, for we have plans to keep.
Some almost slept on the sofa, warm, and drying out. Some did sleep, stayed all night.
I woke to a text from Kay: Any suggestions on thawing the frozen door to the mail box? I replied with Emma’s hot rice in a sock. Think, we could live in Hawaii and not need that tip.
I sent out the advance this morning, my Rangers, with snow shovels and brushes, to get us on the road. Laura was glad of the help, and Meredith just liked shoveling snow. We went out to lay in supplies for the rest of the long weekend.
Tomorrow there will be Victoria, too. We are going to see Lady Day, then find a new restaurant for dinner. Then more teen age screams and laughter from the other end.
Wandering the grocery while the girls shopped. This display is amazing. I cannot imagine my mother buying a pickled egg she could make at home. But the peaches! As a three year old, I would be made to repack every jar. Peaches spiral up the jar, round side facing. Everyone knows that! On the other hand, when did you last see a glass quart jar of canned peaches?
Leave a car for fifteen minutes, to go in and shop!
A stand of pampas grass we pass. Snowy feathers.
Out throwing snowballs.