Not since the 70's have we experienced such weather here in Virginia. Snow on top of snow,, and no end in sight.If I were still teacing... I'd love it.... but eh! Poor Lynn has to endure the never ending dilemma of dealing with driveways and walks not only here but at mom and dad's house!
So this morning I made him a good old southern breakfast of country ham, scrambled eggs, and biscuits and gravy .. something to stick to his ribs while he pushed snow... an actually pretty heavy and wet one at that this morning... not like the fluffy light ones of before .
It truly is beautiful, however!
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though:
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Robert Frost