Gray sky over the house,
crow by the feeder,
and the flying pig nearly buried in snow.
Here comes the snow again, this time a blizzard, with up to twenty-four inches of snow predicted. Clif and I are hoping we don’t lose our power, but we are ready, just in case. We have pails of water in the basement, cans of soup in the pantry, plenty of bread and milk, plenty of peanut butter. Clif hauled in extra wood for the furnace, and we have several bottles of lamp oil.
We are ready. But man oh man, we hope the power doesn’t go out.