And the snow continues, as shown in this photo after Saturday's storm. But I refuse to let it get me down, because spring is coming. All the signs are there.
During the day, my poor crocuses now are under three inches of water from melting snow (may they rest in peace). Casey is starting to shed. And the bird feeders are positively swarming with wonderful new creatures, including—spotted just yesterday—a mourning dove.
Casey doesn't mind, especially since the bird feeders are all within his view. I call this his "Here birdie birdie!" pose. Poor guy never gives up hope.
Back home, my little town looks lovely in the snow. Here's a shot of Condon's Garage (featured in Robert McCloskey's One Morning in Maine) taken after the latest snow storm. I do love this charmed little corner of the world.
On the knitting front, I'm almost done with the body of my Meadow Flowers shawl. Just a few more repeats and I'll be ready for the edging.
Then... blocking time! This is the part I'm most excited about, since the whole shawl will magically grow by at least 30 percent and flatten into a truly fluid piece of gossamer fabric.
Until then, I patiently knit, comforting myself with thoughts of warm balmy evenings with this shawl draped around my shoulders.