Tuesday, March 08, 2011
I woke up on Sunday morning to the sound of rain and whipping wind. What a lovely sound, one I haven't woken up to in quite some time. And in just one sound, I realized how very much I have been missing summer storms. Even just RAIN. I looked outside and all the snow was gone and earth, lovely earth, made me linger long at the window.
Within a few hours, though, the Lion arrived, and with much pomp and circumstance.
Unfortunately, we had gone a'visitin' and got caught in the middle of it. Fortunately, though the situation was clearly quite perilous, we were shown great mercy and made it safely home.
Ever since, we have felt quite buried alive. Especially since the roof shed its wintercoat right on our doorstep.
Chores have become great fun. If hauling two full five-gallon buckets in snow that makes your feet fall down until the snow reaches your knees (which then causes the water to splash all over your legs) sounds like a good time to you.