I'm trying not to be too annoyingly gleeful about the snow. Especially after reading the no-snowblower driveway travails of the Kluges/Huis household. But ... it's so pretty! And I want to go cross-country skiing. Of course, when I think of cross-country skiing now, I think of that absolutely perfect day at Cascade House when we skied up that gigantic hill to that spectacular view where we rested and ate gorp, and then had the fun swooshy downhill, and it was like the Platonic ideal of cross-country skiing and no other cross-country skiing will ever live up to it, and then Ms. Huis tackled me into a snowbank. (I could probably do without that last bit, though it was awfully funny.)
In any case, looking out my window and seeing nothing but a blanket of white naturally makes my mind turn to garden planning. I've decided I could use some new
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Tee hee! What's a tackle between friends? (I'd forgotten about that. It was an awesome day.)
Snow is much preferred for skiing than for shoveling. *sigh*
I don't know if I can expand your horizons, as I am looking to you to expand mine.
But I also thought about that day this morning, looking out at the snow, and longed for it. My personal favorite memory is all of you squatting on your skis so I can get a picture of the trees. I got the pure picture of the sky and the trees, but I also have a picture of the squatting. It's pre-digital, so I doubt I can find and post, but if I come across it when I clean out the office (soon), I will put it up.
I'm so jealous!
At least I'll be there soon - assuming the flights are all on time and such.
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