Here's what we awoke to yesterday:
Please notice--no snow. (Our snow in my header photo? We call that a heavy frost.) We're in a suburb north of Buffalo, well away from those huge snowfalls. We had high temps yesterday and I even happily raked leaves in the afternoon.
The river outside our window is two blocks away and has never flooded (not much, anyway) its wide banks, even with its annual end-of-winter ice flows.
We're due for high winds this afternoon, but if we lose power, we'll be okay. I stay prepared for this stuff, remember? We've lived in this town for over three years and have never lost power for more than one minute at a time.
So repeat after me: "Tom and Debra are fine. They do not live near the trouble spots."
But really, I do appreciate your concern for us! Right now, though, our South Town neighbors would appreciate your prayers. It's gonna be a hairy next 24 hours for many of them.
I wish you all could hear the 20-second videos our local tv station is sharing. People are giving thanks for their neighbors and others who've helped in extraordinary ways this past scary week.
I love this state where I live, always have, even from Moment One. Yeah, even with the snow.
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"Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
― Mary Oliver
“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.”
― Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs