Well, I’ve slipped and slid my way through the second week of January 2017 . . .
I helped shovel snow from the roof and kept an eye out for ice dams (did you know ice dams are a thing? Decades worth of snowy winters, and this is the first time the fear of ice dams has been drilled into me). I awoke every morning wondering if I’ll make it out of my driveway; each time I did, I prayed no one else was around so I might freely glide past the stop sign on the wee frozen pond that has become the end of my street. I prayed my tires hold up (my car is not meant to traverse the frozen tundra, you know). I waddled my way into buildings. I shoveled snow — both dry and wet — and chiseled ice from my driveway and walkways. . .
With all this work, I better have a perfectly sculpted back come spring. Seriously.
Oh, and let’s not forget the shed roof, which caved Monday night. My dad and I jury-rigged it back together Tuesday afternoon . . . the one day it was warm enough to rain . . . a lot. So there we were, sliding around in 15+ inches of snow in the backyard, trying to get things out of the shed so we could shovel out the snow, mop up the water. The two of us trying to hold up one side of the roof with our heads, whilst attempting to put two-by-fours in place; me attempting to walk around the back of the shed with the rope (to tie down the tarp), dad yelling, “Keep going, keep going! All the way around!” and me yelling back, “I’m trying, I’m trying! I’m stuck in a tomato cage!”— a sight to behold, I’m sure.
Needless to say, I’m tired of winter. Which is not the best sign for the second week of January.
With that, I’ve been trying to rally. Hence, the photo from last year’s garden.
A girl’s gotta do, what a girl’s gotta do.
With that, I hope this finds you safe and sound; warm and cozy. And even if nothing but drabness surrounds you, may a hint of color (and hopefulness) seep in.
Happy weekend, my friends!
As I type, the date on the calendar reads January 6 — the twelfth day of Christmas. It is a celebration of the Epiphany. Also called Three Kings’ Day (due the visitation of the magi), it marks the “showing forth” of Christ’s divinity. In other words, it is a celebration of the moment it becomes clear Jesus is more than a babe in a manager; he is the son of God.
A moment worthy of celebration, indeed.
If you’re looking to partake, here’s a Galette des Roi recipe to get you started (because a celebration’s just not a celebration without cake). Sounds delicious, non? Just don’t choke on the bean.
As for me, I’ll be marking the occasion by working from home one more day–and sending up many a prayer: that my car will eventually make it out of the neighborhood; that I can remove the snow from my roof without breaking an appendage (or my gourd); that I can deal with the ice dams before they wreak havoc; that we don’t get as much new snow as they’re forecasting; that it will, indeed, warm up next week, but we can somehow avoid flooding.
It is, after all, a season of faith.
With that, I hope the days ahead find you warm and safe; with thankfulness in your heart and goods in your pantry; with an air of celebration lingering in the air . . .
Photo: Adoration of the Magi, Gentile da Fabriano, 1423; This work is in the public in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author’s life plus 100 years or less.