Here is a postcard from December 18– sunny, cold ( it’s 1 degree right now) north gales to 50 knots. Sometimes I see life in scenes, like movies with stories in them– and today I saw a bunch of them– yesterday too for that matter. The best one was saved for last ( and first for you)– walking into the house about 3:30 after finishing my radio show on KHNS, I saw that Chip had plugged in the tree lights for me before he left for the lumberyard. (I still have to put the ornaments on it–) and of course that made me happy– but then, it got even better because filling the window there was a moose eating the dogwood bush. It’s a big scraggily shrub that I keep there just for them to eat- for winters like this one when snow is deep and food is hard to come by. There was also a granddaughter sighting on Main Street, sunshine, a snow machine commuter, and love in a pizza flag and in tire track hearts that I didn’t notice until I looked at the picture of the plane later. Is this the airport crew’s version of snow angels? And even if they didn’t create the hearts, this can’t be accidental, can it?
