Remember snow? That white fluffy stuff that buries the car and closes school and makes for a cool fort at the end of the driveway? Maybe I shouldn’t admit this, but I miss it.
I can’t make much of a fort with this.
It’s also no good for snow balls, and shoes must be carefully chosen, as I almost lost one the other day in the chilly muck.
E found it amusing that I was photographing garbage and not, clearly visible, the Empire State Building like the tourists do. But—look!—there it is in the distance.
This is the view from our curb.
My mother, for her part, couldn’t make it out of her driveway. The snow hit harder upstate. If I were there with her right now, I’d make a snow angel.