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,
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,
heavy skies with never ending snow.