One thing I’d like to end is :
It started snowing again. It wasn’t supposed to start for a couple of hours, AFTER I would have finished writing…and now I’m totally distracted.
It’s not like snow is food….except sometimes when it is:
FoodNetwork Snow Recipes click it
More snow = more shoveling.
There is a Zen of shoveling, a Tao of shoveling, a Way of shoveling.
Think not of this snow, but the next snow.
Where will the next snow go?
This snow must go beyond next snow.
Always shovel for the next snow.
I’ve been making English muffins, some good, some odd, some far too large, and I think I’m closing in on the muffin that will not be just English, but mine.
March 1st is the Feast of Saint David, patron saint of Wales, also known as Saint Tavy – he’s the leek saint. I’ve been making leek and potato soup and I’ve got a great little book titled
First You Take A Leek
But I’m not writing about that, either, because there is snow falling, and it distracts me and takes my attention.
Should I start shoveling now? Should I wait? Is it fluffy snow? Is it heavy? Do I have enough salt for the stairs and the sidewalk?
Even at night when it’s not snowing, huge heavy trucks have been driving by, shifting gears on the slight incline in front of my house, slowing down to take the corner at the next street three houses down, no rest for the snow weary.
Big trucks carrying snow.
And so the Way of Snow is the Way of Shovel…what does snow weigh?