Big blizzard

Not the biggest snow storm in the history of
COMO, but sometimes victory comes to
number 2, too. 18 inches of snow brought
a stark, quiet morning.

The usual, obligatory picture of our front
porch napping after the snow storm.

A chord and half of wood not too fired-up about winter.

Lucy and Suki got up early this morning to
build a straw patio, make a pitcher of pink
lemonade and finger sandwiches.

The table is set for a marshmallow picnic. 

3.5 hours of old guy grunts, freezing sweat
and 140,000 scoops later, our driveway is
open for sojourners and gift couriers.

Three of my canoes hibernate in the sun, dreaming of
summer and gliding across lakes as great blue herons
squawk and swoop off to the next bays to stand knee deep
in water, patiently waiting for brave fish.