“You don’t get harmony when everybody sings the same note.” – Doug Floyd
I GREW up in Colorado, so am no stranger to snow and most of the time I think it’s lovely – even this heavy, wet, mushy, iceladen mess that passes for snow in Georgia has a certain festive appeal as it makes its annual appearance and the whole world shuts down.
This storm, however, has been nothing but a “Humbug!” for me.
Mr. Clark is in Wisconsin on business (talk about cold…), and, my grown kids are safety ensconced in Athens and Atlanta enjoying the heck out of what they are calling “Snowpocalypse.” That leaves me and the dogs and the cats and my poor, cold, wild yard birds slogging it out here in this drafty old barn of a house, sitting in the middle of a frozen tundra that used to be my yard. Instead of enjoying this snow, I have just been lonely and sad.