It's snowing at a rate of 2 inches an hour and blowing so hard, I can't see the fence 75 feet away. As of yesterday, we hadn't had a drop of anything in over 6 weeks. Nothing but winds over 70 mph and spot wildfires. Ah, yes... Springtime in the Rockies. So Mother Nature is celebrating with her typical attack of whimsy, blessing us with more than a foot of snow. It could be worse; this could be Fargo, where the Red River is flooding at historic proportions and it's blizzarding.
Happily, I don't have to go anywhere today except my studio, which is buried somewhere out there in the whiteout. However, to get out there I have to shovel-grunt-push a path in the snow. Maybe watching me struggle into my down jacket, boots, hat, scarf and mittens will amuse the dog enough to get him out of his bed and into the storm. By then, the snow will be deeper than his legs are long; no doubt he'll need a snorkle and doggles.
To soothe the shivering, chapping and cussing, I've posted this picture of another world where storms are beautiful in a very, very different way. It helps just knowing it's out there somewhere.
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Gorgeous photo.
I've been wracked with yet another migraine all day. Lately it's been more days with migraines than without. I plan to start up acupuncture (getting, not giving) again in spite of The Husband trying to save money.
Sorry about your headache(s). As I've said, I highly recommend my acuprincess. She's truly gifted; the only thing which keeps her from being called "Dr." is the diploma. The best local MDs refer patients to her. Tell Himself that headaches cost.
Himself doesn't like to think that anything should cost.
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