Everything has been covered in a thin glaze of ice — slushy roads, half-melted alleys, fig trees branches, the cars, the house.
And so, on my walk to get bread from the bakery, there was a lot of last minute panic as I realized the alley (partway submerged in water, partway glazed with ice) would be impossible to get downhill safely. So I crunched over the ice-covered snow in the backyard, around to the front, stood still and slid down part of our pathway to the gate, and carefully picked my way past flooded areas and walks no on cleared after the storm last week. I managed to get to the shops and back again. It was slow going uphill, but without a face plant near the treacherous half-cleared walk by the movie house.
We’ve spent the rest of the day watching a marathon of the Great British Bake Off. And I’m almost done with a toe on a sock. Quite satisfying. So how do you spend your snow days?