Neighbor Logan knew the evening before that he would have a delayed opening for school. He suggested we walk at my usual time, and if we were still walking, his mom or dad would pick him up to take him on to school. Sounded like a fine plan to me. It had begun to snow when I went to bed, but I didn’t expect much to happen. Much to my surprise, I woke to find snow on the ground before the sun rose. It was only a dusting, but it would still make the walk exciting for me.
I left my house at the appointed time, but all seemed quiet across the street. I walked up and down once in front of Logan’s house and tested the flagstone walkway. It wasn’t icy. I might have gone to the front door if there hadn’t been snow covering the steps. Not going to chance that! Instead, I used one finger to leave Logan a message, writing upside down. Can you read it?
I turned the camera around to get a clear picture of it and went on to walk by myself.
First stop was a neighbor’s French drain, chugging out water from behind the house. The rain had stopped the day before, but the ground was saturated. It fascinates me that the water will continue for a long time.
The water from the French drain runs in a ditch and empties into the first little stream I come to. The stream had been low for months, but it was running well.
I chatted with Lisa near the stop sign. She and dog Rosie had walked to the creek, and she walked beside the pavement up the steep hill because it was icy.
When I came home, there was still no sign of Logan. I had changed the shower curtain before leaving the house, and now it was time to use it. It says, “There SNOW place like home.” The photo shows that the snow woman on the left had stuck her toe out to see if the floor was warm. I’ve bought a new curtain about every other year and now have a nice collection. What I discovered is that I’d rather decorate my bathroom for the season than put candles in windows or hang a wreath on the door. Silly, but fun for me.
Looking across the street, I could see that the sun had not yet melted the snow on the steps. I texted Shawn to see if Logan had seen his message. He hadn’t, and I suspect it melted before he was out on the porch. I had fun writing it, anyway, and there will be other times to walk.
Mehrling Muse 