Freezings and Groanings

I'm happily anticipating a visit from a portion of family. By this time tomorrow Cousin Jim and his wife Nancy will be here with me in Quakertown for a couple of days. I say that in a cautionary tone since Winter is having her say. Record cold in the region is letting up, but another mass of air from the top of the world is coming this way whispering snow. The howling wind has in the meantime, stopped.

My pony Subaru looked like this on Thursday morning when we had a little more fresh snow.

The snow made the grotesque, salt encrusted roadway snowbanks pretty again.

I was glad the snow was light and easy to brush away with a broom since I had come down with some intestinal upset that persisted two or three days. It seems to have vanished today.

Thus, the week was filled with groanings and times up to do the essentials followed by spates of work before the deadline for the newsletter I work on. During the day, I tucked the last of it into bed. I had gotten up early and spent a pleasant time at church where the charcoal of The Last Supper is now occupying its Station of the Cross among the 15 others up for Lent. Each station was done by a different individual and collected it brings a freshness to the whole idea it grew from in Scripture.

This morning, my pony's temp was two degrees by 8:30 a.m. Up from zero at dawn. It seems extraordinary that there are fish out there in Marge's pond that are sort of hibernating under the ice. The electrical warmer she installed keeps a small portion of the surface ice-free. I guess the fish need it for oxygen. Something to look into cyberspace for an answer.

The little tree in the back on a snowy morning was as graceful as a swan.