But nothing like the East Coast got last week, only 3 or 4 inches overnight. That meant this is what my neighborhood looked like when I finished blowing the snow out of the driveway around 7 AM. Isn't it pretty? The birdfeeders all had pretty snow caps on them too. I confess that I went out later and cleared them all off when I filled the feeders but for a few minutes they looked like a Christmas card.
Yesterday at work I knitted on the Jelli Beenz sock. I decided to keep the flap and turn the way it was and pick up the gusset stitches and just keep on knitting. After supper I knitted a few rows on the Hello Hamish sweater. I didn't take its picture but, trust me, it's a little longer than the last time you saw it.
January 26--Pictorial, #S031.6.7. The day's last light stretched rad and gold across the sky, turning the lake to a molten sheet. Jan and Tom stood watching the sun set, their arms around each other. "Remember the first time we stood here?" Tom asked. Jan snuggled against him. "Mm-hm. You were a counselor at Camp Win-a-mac and I was a carhop at Chalkie's Drive-in in town. I thought you were out of my league, just a summer fling for a college man." Tom tightened his hold. "Not a summer fling. The moment I laid eyes on you I knew it was forever."
Trite but awwww. The sun's out and I think I'll grab the snow shovel and clear the driveway a bit better. Or not.