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In which we update
Dec. 9th, 2005 08:03 amIt's hard not to wax poetic when you're warm and safe inside with a cup of hot chai wafting spicy steam at your fingertips, and just outside your office window is a beautiful winter wonderland.
The oak in our yard that last week was looking scrawny and decrepit is an entirely different creature when frosted in white, bronze leaves still clinging tenaciously to the southern branches.
The snowfall covers a multitude of sins, but predominantly sloth in our case. Our yard is now as pristine and perfect as my fastidious neighbors' manicured lawn was a week ago. Beneath several inches of equalizing white, no one can tell that we haven't yet raked the last of the autumn leaves, or that our attempts at New England lawn maintenance were less than successful.
The schools are closed, all across New England, and there will be no commute to Northampton for the Viking. Even New Englanders are staying home today if they possibly can. Instead, he's home and he and Tum are going to make cookies while I finish my last freelancing project. After that, other than revisions, I have nothing pressing. No major deadlines, self-imposed or otherwise, for the first time since August when I promised myself I'd finish La Serenissima by the end of September.
Six to ten inches of wonderful, fluffy three-day-weekend inducing, family-time creating, look-out-the-window-and-ya-gotta-smile snow.
Life is good.
The oak in our yard that last week was looking scrawny and decrepit is an entirely different creature when frosted in white, bronze leaves still clinging tenaciously to the southern branches.
The snowfall covers a multitude of sins, but predominantly sloth in our case. Our yard is now as pristine and perfect as my fastidious neighbors' manicured lawn was a week ago. Beneath several inches of equalizing white, no one can tell that we haven't yet raked the last of the autumn leaves, or that our attempts at New England lawn maintenance were less than successful.
The schools are closed, all across New England, and there will be no commute to Northampton for the Viking. Even New Englanders are staying home today if they possibly can. Instead, he's home and he and Tum are going to make cookies while I finish my last freelancing project. After that, other than revisions, I have nothing pressing. No major deadlines, self-imposed or otherwise, for the first time since August when I promised myself I'd finish La Serenissima by the end of September.
Six to ten inches of wonderful, fluffy three-day-weekend inducing, family-time creating, look-out-the-window-and-ya-gotta-smile snow.
Life is good.
