Two feet of snow fell on New England this weekend and everything looks so different. Even branches against the sky are just white-on-gray.
A snowfall like this redraws lines between people too. Neighbors who never see each other share coffee after digging their cars out of the same snowplow lump. Later on, if one “steals” the parking space dug by the other….
But right now, we all get a chance to rebuild connections in a world that looks full of strange possibilities.
After one NH blizzard, my mom’s neighbors gathered like a posse to dig a path from the road to her front door. So, instead of being in the house worrying, she was in there baking a *lot* of banana bread.
My dog Marianne has always loved snow. (I imagine the West Highlands have a lot of it.) In a blizzard like this, I tuck her under my arm like a fuzzy football until we find someplace where she can stand up. She races and woofs and makes doggy snow angels. She’s no longer fourteen years old–she’s back in her puppyhood. And I brought her one of her very favorite toys, one she’s been missing.
In her doggy mind, I’m the one who made all this snow. And I did it for her, just because it would make her happy.
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