The planter shouldn't even be on the deck. |
It was mid-afternoon before the snow was sticking to anything. It frosted the tiered planter I meant to move from the deck months ago. Oops.
After work, the front stairs and walk were lightly coated with deceptively heavy, wet snow. Sweeping the stairs and walkway for the no-contact dinner delivery took some effort. It would have been better to use the shovel I was too lazy to walk six steps to retrieve. My laziness often results in more effort being expended.
By 7:00 p.m. there was an inch or so of the stuff blanketing the yard. It resembled the batting used in quilt projects. Winston picked his way around the front yard, sniffing the snow and lifting his paws high to clear the snow he could feel on his paws but not see.Meanwhile, inside, it was dry and snow-free. Netflix’s Ginny & Georgia streamed on the TV. After seeing that a new season was out, it was
decided to watch all of season 1 again because too much time had elapsed since
the original binge.
There was an inkling of an idea to put away the Christmas
decorations, but it was cast aside. Saved for tomorrow. Or Sunday. Or whenever.
It’s nice to have options.
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