Sunday

Imbolc                                        Waxing Wild Moon

Sitting smack in the middle of the continent mother nature’s worst usually passes us by and heads instead for coastal regions, islands, the ring of fire or arid areas.  Chile.  Hilo, Hawai’i. Kobe, Japan.  Miami or New Orleans.

Yeah, we get the occasional blast of heavy snow, the odd derecho and tornado, big hail (as bad as big hair), but I can’t honestly say any of these rise to earthquake, volcanic eruption, tsunami, hurricane proportions.  That’s not to say  our life is boring here.  Quite the opposite.  We have four full seasons and plenty of interesting weather.

We just got passed by on the wrath of God, city destroying events some others find part of their life.

With a temperature of 37 you’d think the snow would disappear fast, but our northfacing land keeps snow.  We have winter a week or two longer than most folks, including the people right across the street.  Sorta strange.

More novel dreamed into existence.  A bit of Sunday drifted by.  Stuff happening, but slow.  Good.

Vega woke up without a limp this morning.  We both felt relieved. So did she I imagine.