It Could Be Worse
Snowed-in and sick, but it could be worse.
We got Nora Jones on the stereo, dry wood for the stove, and a pot full of hot miso soup.
We got tissues and cough drops, a down comforter spread. We got PBS and a library movie to watch.
Our neighbor plows the driveway for the third time this winter. We thank him with venison burger.
We got merino wool long johns and fur lined moccasins. We got back rubs and hot baths to soak in.
The bird bath angel in the yard is decked in a full length gown of snow and the wrought iron lawn chairs are up to their seats with it.
I'm waiting by the window for the pileated woodpecker to return, so I can crank a window open and snap a zoomed in photo.
Snowed-in and sick, but it could be worse. So far we haven't lost power.
Note: Should I call baby Bryce to shovel our cars out? HERE he is shoveling out his own.