Snow Day

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I remember a number of days in my seventy-eight plus years where snow falls stopped me in my tracks, and got my full attention. Actually, it brought my focus to the moment; a good thing, mostly. As a freshman at SJU, I experienced fellow students jumping out of windows into huge snow drifts. Patty and I were trapped in a temporary rental for three days until neighbors shoveled a path through the snow, which was blocking the front door. There was a three day period where I was unable to commute back to Minneapolis from St. Cloud because of a snow and ice storm. Now, falling in three feet of the powdery, snow shoes attached, and not being able to get up. Well, I did get up, eventually, after relieving myself, taking off my snow shoes, and strategizing the poles just right to leverage an upright. It was a little difficult and cold, carrying the shoes and poles through the the deep fluffy from the front field of Purple Lark Farm to the warmth of home. I am here and content to tell about it! The snow is beautiful though!

snowed In

Snow Day