The return of Minnesota from the dead. It started out innocently. I was at window commenting on how beautiful it all was - the steel gray of the lake, off-white sky, the charcoal dark trees edged in snow. The Woman said, "Well, it isn't my favorite color scheme.
Then it got whiter. And whiter. Soon there was 6 inches of whiter. And still coming.
Somewhere under all this is our stream (in black), still flowing.
Still coming down, but it is shovel time now - Gunnar
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