Wild card day 2

So instead of going to the usual wonderful local photocopying joint in Montpelier, I went to the big box one up by the hospital. Every time I do, I rue it. This time the person who did the communion leaflets we'll use for Lent, inverted the middle page so I had to take all 40 apart (i.e., unstaple), reassemble and restitch. That was a lost hour.

It is still snowing too. We probably got 15 inches. As I didn't get to shovel the walk in time, the postal carrier didn't deliver the mail. Too late now to care.


Here's the snow scene this morning, looking over the ever-present ramps.


The crab apple tree is wonderfully gunked up with snow.


Looking up through the crab apple branches, I can barely make out the church tower.


I don't really get it because this weekend I was thinking we didn't really have all that snow and now we're wondering where we can put it all. The driveways are becoming tunnel-like.


There are always a few berries left on the mountain ash by the house. This poor tree gets royally beaten up every time there is an ice dump.

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All the church stuff is in place. Now it is time to pack. La Doyenne has been reading up on Ecuador. Too bad for her; she's not coming along. I am outta here. This said, blogging and comment moderation will be spotty at best. (Do these short sentences convey my haste? Are they Hemmingway-esque?)