Snow Birds

Yes, we have been visited once again by Old Man Winter as you can see by these brand new photos. Yesterday, it snowed all afternoon and well into the night. The snow has stopped but the winds have whipped into a frenzy, blowing snow everywhere. The photo of our kitchen window attests to that! Can hardly see out of it. I like the little “snow birds”.

I kind of like the picture of the lake – no more ice. Quite a contrast against the snow.

The leaded glass pane that’s hanging in the window is actually the transom that was above my grandparents’ front door in Belfast, Northern Ireland. The address was 10 Roosevelt Street. Years ago, when my grandmother came to the United States, my mother had the stained glass replaced with something else so she could bring the #10 back with her. That’s what we always called my grandparents house. Number 10. You know, like “I got a letter, today, from #10.” I have very fond memories of #10 although I haven’t been there since I was twelve years old.

Jack went out to get the newspaper, this morning, just as it was being delivered. The delivery guy asked Jack if he’d please take one to a house about four doors down because he didn’t have four-wheel drive. That’s how much snow there was on the road. So Jack, being the nice guy that he is, delivered it – on foot!

We’re pretty much housebound, today. I envy the human “snow birds” who are still basking in the sun down south or out west.