Back to Minnepolis

Mark Mallman has a new song called "Minneapolis" that has been trotting through my head, it's so catchy.  I am reconnecting with the winter after our five dreamy days in San Francisco.

Yesterday was relatively mild, and the squirrels were out, going crazy. They knew we were in for our first real snowfall, and I'll bet they are curled up in their little nests this morning. I had my first real shoveling-of-the-walk experience. It'd the fluffy kind you can push away where it hasn't been stepped on, but the tramped-down stuff needed a foot on the shovel to scrape up the plaques. No ice, though, so there's that. There is fluffy snow on the branches, the scrape-scrape sound of the neighbors shoveling their walks, and we are about to clean off the car to go out and about.