Been snowing since last night. Snowing still, and will for the rest of the day.
Power went out hours ago, so we’re staying close to the fire, reading books, taking pictures. Heating soup on the gas stove.
A few days ago we brought in a few branches of flowering quince. The blooms open cheerfully, and valiantly, as the wind howls outside and the snow whistles past the windows.
We’ll walk to the grocery store to get . . . something, and out of the house, while they still have power. If they have power.
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