a great abundance of the things that are truly valuable
stole plagiarized, er, borrowed this excellent title from Dale-Harriet's New Year's wish.
And now I have no idea how to write a post to live up to it. But I know what we have a great abundance of.
We are getting more snow, and here again is my famous ditch with the little flowing creek in the very bottom of it.
Here is the lovely road I live on. It is paved. It has been plowed.
The photo is not blurry. It is just snowing.
It is also not windy. Big puffs of snow build up on the branches of the spruce trees.
And along the branches of mulberry and other trees.
When I come back to the house after taking a walk, this is my path. Usually the pine branches are above my head. Today I bent over and shuffled into this space sheltered from the snow.
At the end of the sheltered part of the path is this gate. Sometimes when snow builds up on things, it turns into straight hats like on the gatepost. Other times it acts like melting wax and droops and curls.
I haven't moved my Honda Fit since Friday morning. (We picked up our son from school in my husband's car and did some errands, so my car stayed at home.)
And now I am back by the main door of our house and the big old country mailbox we have there. This is an old hand-me-down mailbox made of heavy galvanized steel, about 16 inches tall and 24 inches deep. If they still make these any more, I haven't seen them for sale. Most of our mail is delivered to our box down by the road, but sometimes we get the odd large parcel in this one.
The snow is now about 18 inches (over 45 cm) deep. Again.