Blizzard Juno is here and giving the Concord River (and surrounding areas) a deep coating of pristine snow. Chris’ car is mostly buried and Penny has decided it’s best to pee in her diaper than head outdoors. That’s okay, I have a new pack of diapers that will get her through these next two days.
The birds are doing their best to eat while the snow and wind whips at them. All the suet feeders got filled yesterday, in anticipation of Juno. It’s my hope the food lasts until the storm has passed. Like Penny, I am not relishing going out just yet.
A pair of common merganser hens are braving Juno, but the Mallards are MIA.
This past Saturday we received about six inches of what I call “snowman snow!” The kind that sticks together but is a b–ch to shovel. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I made a Sparky snowdog. (Hi Sparks!)
Sparky would be outside with me whenever I shoveled or snowblowed, barking at the snowblower. He loved to catch snowballs and roll in the snow, creating a dog’s image of a snow angel. I wasn’t alone, however. The snowfall blessed me with a flock of bluebirds. Their sweet calls added the perfect soundtrack to what could have been a melancholy activity.
Juno is still roaring outside, the bluebirds are still here, and I have a snowday (no school today!). Safe and tucked in our warm home I send blessings to all of you in hopes that you, too, are safe.
Blessed be :}