After the storm

When I woke up yesterday morning my car was still stuck in the driveway. I had slept through the moonset. For only the second time in nine years Dean Peters had not delivered my Record-Eagle. But it was a great day to go for a walk. (OK, more of a trudge. It’s hard to walk gracefully through this much snow towing a couple of dogs.)

The snowdrifts were sculptures.  Except for that one in the middle.  That was my car.

But it’s unstuck now, and Dale Reedy came and plowed the drive and the big orange truck from the Antrim County Road Commission showed up, so the road is plowed, too.  No snow day for me, but before getting back to work I had to show you the sun shining through the snow . . .

. . . the mouse tracks leading away from my crawlspace . . .

. . . and looky here!  Just past the snow piled on the power lines, still attached to its delicate branch, the Amazing Nest!  I knew you’d want to know it survived the storm.