We got a stupid amount of snow here, and even though I shoveled as much as I cared to, I am still at least another day's worth of shoveling away from being able to drive out my driveway. That will get me to the road, which, as those of you who live in snow country understand is another set of problems. Has the road been plowed? Did the plow push an impenetrable mound of snow across the end of the driveway? Can you bust through that? And so on.
Here is Saint Francis, pining for warmer days:
This is probably a good place to tell the story of how that statue came to reside at my house. A friend and I walk our dogs on a quiet nearby street, and up at the top of the hill is a former hospice - now closed to patients. While walking by it one day I saw Saint Francis, broken in two, lying in the brush. I got the sense that vandals had taken him from the grounds and dashed him against the hillside. After finishing the walk I came back and picked him up - he was broken clean in two, and once I applied some super strength outdoor masonry epoxy and mashed him back together he was as good as new. Now he lives in a bower, under a dogwood tree where I can see him out my kitchen window. He reminds me that kindness to animals is an important part of life. Thanks, Frankie, you da man.
