[How I Feel|
tired and exhausted ]
[What I Hear| the ticking of the mantel clock ]
[What I Smell| The Living Flame ]
Well, you'd be tired too if you came home and had to shovel six inches of thick, VERY wet snow. The bottom two inches were comprised of heavy slush that wanted to freeze, and lifting each shovelful to throw it clear of the auto's path became harder and harder as the sun went down.
The big blur of snow hit during morning rush hour...urgh. No one was smart enough to cancel school, so all the children and school busses were out creating more chaos out of what would have already been a nasty slog to the rabbit. Lots of ice and snow + busses = cars, trucks, and other conveyances skittering off the roads and sitting at odd angles to oncoming traffic.
EEEEeeeeeeps!
It's Alban Eilir, my friends--while the white blanket of freezing wetstuff outside belies the fact it's "Midspring" in the calendar (the oft' misnamed "First Day of Spring" by most newscasters--but it's "Midspring", just as 21 June is "Midsummer", etc.) and the daffodils (the faintest shades of Brodie Castle in my back garden) are going to suffer for all the heavy cold being ladled over them all. Sigh. No more spring flowers for us.
While it may have been the Equinox, I really don't FEEL as if the night was equal to the miserably long, cold and dodgy day I had. The nights only grow shorter, now.
Perhaps all will be better by Bhealtainn.
Love you,
Nechtan ;)