Our siblings and cousins are checking in this afternoon, asking each other how the blizzard is treating them.

Here in southern Indiana, we did not have snow in the forecast. Yet, yesterday and today, a few flakes managed to blow around. Very few.

Connecticut and New York are getting hit hard, with heavy snow and high winds.

True to form, Harry’s wife, Linda, good-naturedly grumbled about only getting a few inches in Maine. This doesn’t exactly meet the “historic proportions” predicted. Linda loves snowshoeing and cross-country skiing with Harry.

Whether we embrace the snow or shake our fists at the sky, Mom reminds us to appreciate the beauty:

Look Now

Look now
the snowfall yesterday
left shrubs and benches
winter wrapped
like sheets on furniture
in empty summer houses
look now before the change
when sun is strong
and spends the day
unwrapping

~ joan vayo ~ February 13, 2006

And here is our gift of a poet:

Dave emailed us about coming across some 1978 letters he’d saved from Mom and Grandma Cassidy following blizzard conditions in New Haven and Fairfield, Connecticut: There was a note from Grandma Cassidy, written just after the blizzard of Feb. 6, 1978. She said she could see a 12-foot snowdrift from her window, and that it had taken Dad 6 hours to get home (from Bridgeport to Mine Hill Road [in Fairfield]); he abandoned the car at Old Academy Road when it wouldn’t go uphill.  (A day or two later, I read a note from Mom, written on the 6th, in which she said she was waiting for Dad!)

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