“A year of snow, a year of plenty.” French proverb

Well, then, this should be some fantastic next 10 months! We are all hunkered down, just waiting it out, though c'mon it is not like we are the pioneers in North Dakota. That's our front walk, which was completely clear last night. We think this poem sums it up nicely.

images of snow - february 1996 by Rg Gregory

snow is a thousand flowers
the chinese probably said
hundreds and thousands this morning
drop their garlands on my head
last night the festoons started
long before we went to bed

snow is a white-furred rabbit
the chinese probably wrote
hedgerows and fields this morning
wear a similar fluffy coat
last night the winter danced back
with a white fur round its throat

snow is a treacherous fox-face
the chinese probably thought
it lurks in wait this morning
for the weak and overwrought
last night it laughed its head off
loving the fear it's brought