a journal of my days,,

Sunday, 18 November 2018

Never ending snow,

Sunday found us shovelling, again, well I shouldn’t say “we” ,
My husband is on shovel duty,  never ending, amazing how it just keeps falling, the snow, it never ends. 
I cleaned, and puddled, pushing paint across the paper, bringing the white space alive with creatures from my life before.
I made copious cups of tea, 
black ,
 strong with milk, 
Watched it snow, 
Stirred a pot of soup made from veggies reminding us of the summer that left us.
No visitors today, 
except an owl with an eye on a mouse who is yet to be brought to paper.
A quiet Sunday, 
dark, 
still, 
heavy skies with never ending snow.