After shoveling the heavy piles of snow that the plows left behind our cars and in front of the mailbox, I shoveled a path to our Little Free Library.
I remembered how last year I didn’t shovel a path and it was inaccessible for a good part of the winter. I didn’t want that to happen again this year.
There are lots of books in our Little Free Library that Jon and I didn’t put there, so I know it’s being well used. There’s still a copy of Alice Munroe’s Family Furnishings, that I put there a while ago. I hope someone who likes short stories will find it, it’s one of my favorites.
Maybe I should put a little post-it on it saying “Terrific book!” Like Charlotte did for Wilbur.
It’s soft and light on my shovel, easy to push and toss aside. There’s about five inches of snow on the ground now. Jon and I just came in from shoveling paths and cleaning off the cars.
The snow is falling straight and even, without wind to create drifts, so I’ll go out again in a couple of hours to try to keep up with it. Between the front and backyards and barnyard we have plenty of paths to keep clear and it’s easier to shovel five inches of snow at a time than ten inches at once.
There’s a quiet that comes with this kind of snow. The air is so busy, congested with snowflakes soundlessly bumping into and landing on top of each other. They should be making a racket.
And all that movement somehow seems to bring a stillness too. Again, it doesn’t make sense, but the donkeys and sheep stand contentedly in the polebarn, the chickens go dormant in the roost, and inside the house, the dogs are calm.
Zinnia is so quiet in Jon’s office I can hear the clicking of Jon’s fingers on his keyboard. Along with the comforting ticking of the woodstoves, there’s the satisfying sound of Fate chewing a bone at my feet and Bud snoring on the couch.
I hear the plow truck on Route 22 before I see the flashing lights in the window, but otherwise, the road is silent.
It’s only 6pm but it feels like 3am. Like most of the people for miles around are asleep. I feel that way too, quiet and gentle inside, as soft as the falling snow.
Their lastest is 50 dye cut stickers for $19. I love putting stickers with my own images on the packages I send out. The other reason I do it is that Sticker Mule makes it ridiculously easy to create a sticker from my photos.
So this is the sticker that will be on my packages soon. It comes from one of my Shekinah Potholders that I made a while ago. I also made a fabric painting using the same image.
I really do like this stylized vulva image, so I’m glad to be able to put it out into the world again in another way.