“In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.”
The above quotation is from one of my favorite books, A Moveable Feast, by Ernest Hemingway. We are eagerly awaiting Spring after 3 significant storms in less than two weeks. We have been fortunate in many ways. Below are some photos from the aftermath:
We’ve spent a lot of time writing and reading, perfecting our French press coffee, making snow day waffles, shoveling, eating lots of grapefruit, and maintaining our habit of beautiful (if somewhat treacherous) nightly walks. In short, things are good.