Remember that first snow fall in December? Everyone was waxing poetic on Twitter and Facebook (including me) about the beauty, the quiet, the peace, etc., etc. of the snow. Now it’s mid-January and today I’m looking out my window in Beverly at six inches of heavy, slushy, wet snow. The only sounds I hear are of neighbors’ snow blowers. I must admit I’m feeling a bit cranky about getting out and shoveling, with my sore back and elbow. While watching the weather last night, I heard that oft-repeated phrase, “in Boston expect 2 to 4 inches, but on the North Shore, snowfall will probably be in the 6 to 8 inch range.” Arrrrrgh!
I’m watching a chickadee, titmouse, and wren huddle in our snow-covered weeping cherry - which makes me feel like I really don’t have so much to complain about. Once I
get the shoveling chores done, maybe I’ll enjoy the snow once again. Take care driving, use common sense shoveling, and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate when you’re done for the day.
