As we hear more of the news from Japan where so many have lost their lives in an unimaginable wall of water, I hesitate to complain about the minor flooding problems we have going on here.
You see, all the snow and ice that's been building up since January are now melting—in the rain.
And the ground is frozen, coated with a slick sheen of ice that threatens to bring you to your knees, literally.
For the first time since we've lived here, the low spot in front of the door into our converted garage is filling with water that's spilling over the threshold into the living space beyond. I was, no exaggeration, scooping up water with a snow shovel this morning.
Wearying stuff. And with piles of unmelted white stuff still as high as I am tall, we're not done yet.
And to think that I used to believe that winter was a time of drawing inside to create. This winter, it's been hours of wearying work.
Gotta go shovel...water.
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