On Blizzards

The Winter Goddess says she is not finished with us yet. Sure enough, this morning had that glow again...

6 a.m. from the 3rd-floor window.

I must have had something else planned but the snow has blotted it out... Ah yes, Aidan and I were going to get in a walk at the farm. He had a snow day and like his grandma in Quakertown, he shoveled snow over at the farm.

11 a.m.

2 p.m. One of the neighbors running his snowblower clearing my sidewalk and driveway after I backed my pony out of the drive. 

6 p.m. And the drive filled right back up again. You'd think, "Why bother?" But, 18" of snow is easier to clear off in three six-inch sessions if you get the chance. 

R2D2 came back!

It is 12 hours later now, and the snow hasn't stopped yet. All praises for our good neighbors helping clear away snow--repeatedly. The big machine that clears the cul de sac has come three times already. The snow mogul at the end of the street has reached the dimensions of a garage. 

Aidan and I had a couple more walks a few days ago.

The nearby pond was at maximum water level. No frogs.

Crossing the field we came across the bones of a small deer and wondered how we could have all missed its demise and subsequent entry into the food chain.

Sonja finished her training out west and returned to Salt Lake City area and her family. She shared some pictures that Jeff sent her while she was gone.

Elijah, 12 going on 13.

Dimetrios 13 going on 14.

Kingston, 2. He picked out the right shirt.

Jeff and Kingston. 

So, too, there are roiling blizzards of our own making: shaken norms and laws, enormous needs and tasks, planetary size dilemmas that we see and hear all around us. I'd say to young Kingston and, if I could, to Martin Luther King, Jr., that a lot still needs to be done. We need you, young and old, to make right this "Grand Experiment", raise up what is good and decent, be a "Good Samaritan" to all our neighbors on this globe, stand up for justice and be accountable for truth, to link arms in our walk so that every single being has a chance, a place, a home.