As I drifted into sleep last night I could hear the pounding of frozen rain hitting my window pane. The curtain was closed and the breeze was ever so slightly tickling the walls of my cabin. Such a thing makes the eyes quickly close. But I awoke this morning to a slip and slide on my front porch. We don't bother to shovel the snow. There's no need without a car or any sort of actual 'transportation'. Even the village doesn't shovel the roads. So why in the world would we care to remove the snow from our 'walk space'? Lesson learned. For my bottom is quite sore. The ice gets hard overnight. And the pouncing of Riley and Rascal most certainly didn't help my already terrible balance.
