Lotsa Snow

Lotsa snow, but it's the beautiful kind that is big-flaked, fluffy and clings to the tree limbs and softens the sharp angles of roof lines and rocks.

The plow flies by, leaving a wake of twice-fallen snow, deepening the banks that now define our pathways. Perhaps a snow plow or two flying through our lives would make our journeys clearer.

Acquire a peaceful spirit and thousands around you will be saved.

— St. Seraphim of Sarov