|Even Otis is tired of snow|
As I type this, we in the Boston area are getting walloped again. This has been a record-setting week. Until two weeks ago, our town was a winter pond-skater’s delight—freezing temperatures with not a flake in sight. Now, there is so much snow, there is no place to put it all.
My condo development set aside an open field to serve as a “snow farm.” For the first winter I can remember, we hired a company to fill a team of dump trucks of snow from the neighborhoods and transport it to the farm. All Friday night we heard the alarms beeping from the heavy equipment maneuvering their way up the hill. We put on our snowshoes and trekked to the site this weekend—massive walls of towering snow. I’ve never seen such a thing. The city of Boston’s snow farms are currently filled; I heard they’ll be forced to dump snow into the harbor, which is not an ideal solution.
|Otis Works with Me|
Today, though, we're blessed to have the internet so more of us can work at home during icy driving conditions. I have a small space heater set up on my writing desk to keep me warm while I type. Otis sits on my desk, keeping me company, and looks out the window at the flakes. In spite of the dreary weather, I feel very blessed!
How is the winter (summer?) in your town/village/city/outpost? If you’re warm, please tell me about it so I can live vicariously. If not, we can commiserate. J
Also, I have a copy of The Sweetest Hours to give away to one commenter. I’ll choose a winner from the hat on Saturday and post it here. Take care, and stay warm!
Cathryn Parry writes from Massachusetts. Her next Superromance is Secret Garden, releasing in August, 2015. This is a Sage family story—Rhiannon’s. Please see www.CathrynParry.com to sign up for her mailing list.