Maisie

Snow Bust

 

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Flushing ice cubes down the toilet did the trick: the kids landed a snow day.

Technically, a snow day but more of a hype day. High probability of 7 to 14 inches, crowed forecasters. We fueled up the tractor, hitched the snow blade, bedded stalls, restocked firewood…

And for what?

A couple inches of slush, glued to the grass. So lame!

 

Unrelated update: In Randolph news I spotted our cheeky fox, taunting the dog at 3 am. With Maisie in the mudroom and the fox seated on the lawn, just a storm door separated the two. Randolph issued his sharp yelp while Maisie volleyed a string of indignant barks.

I got a good look at Randolph, who cocked his head but stayed put as I walked out. Then I opened the porch gate. In a spray of snow and mud, fox and dog disappeared in the dark.

 

 

Lazy Post: Utterly Poolesville


Lazy post is just as it sounds: a quickie photo (or two or three) in lieu of musings with any literary substance. 

No guarantee that images are timely or thought provoking. Think junk food; just brush the crumbs off your lap. 

Scenes from last weekend’s Poolesville Day.

Utter…


…enticement

…determination

…desire

…concentration

….adoration.