It’s snowing like crazy again and will do so for the rest of the day. Tomorrow is supposed to be clear and cold and I can already hear the shoveling in my mind. That’ll probably start later tonight, once the squalls are over.
I have to say, I really miss the farm share runs. At this time of year, nothing’s fresh or local. Not up in New England, anyway.
This one went right by me. I participated in a letter-writing challenge last February. The challenge? To write a letter a day to someone every day the post runs. I had a great time last year, going so far as India for the letter exchange (LG, I’m talking about you!). You can send anything you like – a hand-written or typed card, a postcard, a picture, a gift. I did a little bit of both last year.
Anyway, I’m adding a new Contact page to this blog. This way you can send me your address confidentially. I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve lost the addresses I got from you last year.
I’ve got cards and plenty of stamps. Write me a letter and I’ll write you one back. Maybe I’ll even add a little surprise for you.
I’ve been bitching about the weather, namely, the lack of it. Here it is, the middle of February, 2012 and it’s warm enough to go outside without zipping up your coat. The ground is brown or straw-colored, with foolish sprigs of green that pop out of the ground, only to get wiped out at the first dip below 32 degrees. Mind you, it gets cold but the snow that’s supposed to insulate things (as well as look nice) is nowhere to be seen. For a girl who grew up in Buffalo, NY and spent most of her adult life in the Boston, MA area that’s just not normal.
In a vain attempt to appease the snow gods, I thought I’d post a very charming little story written and narrated by author Patrick McLean. I first heard his podcast novel, “How to Succeed in Evil,” a few years ago on Podiobooks.com. He’s been one of my favorites ever since. This is a story about snow, and the fabled 14 words for it among the Eskimos. Listen – or read – and enjoy. Laugh! Maybe we’ll get a few flakes soon, no matter what you call them.