So we got what could be, but could also very easily NOT be, the last snowfall of the season. Who'm I kiddin'...upstate NY in early March. Winter's just starting.
Anyway, Miranda got out on her x-country skis. Diane woke up a heard of deer when she was out this morning. And Ella crunched gleefully around the yard with her snow shoes. I was working, but hope to get out there this afternoon.
Great light, fluffy snow...about 5" of the stuff. Probably take a few final rounds down the hill behind our house before giving it up in a moment of hope for Spring.
We could be skiing at Easter, who knows?
And if that's the case, our barn if full of firewood (finally) for the long winter. Students cut some downed trees this week and filled everyone's garages and barns with wood. I'm optimistic I won't burn it all in the next month. Or next year, for that matter. It'll be well seasoned. Some ash, some oak, some cherry and a bunch of maple.
Good wood for those summer camp fires with the girls.
Over the past few days, I recorded a kids-oriented version of "Toys in the Attic." Same crunchy guitars...and I'd say the lyrics are nicer, but I don't have a clue what the original lyrics are. It's a parent's angst over a child's toys strewn about the house. It'll be part of the next Barry Pickin' album, due out in the next dozen years or so.
And as a finale to our school's Intersession, the last week before Spring Break, a dozen kids created three rock bands and performed for the school. I wish I had that kind of talent. These kids were GOOD! One of the bands was louder than Placid Quake, which just means that their amps went all the way to eleven...or twelve.
Stay safe, full of joy and wonder.