Still Pretty

 

The carnations from Nora's bouquet are still lovely.  But the new snoe outside, not so much.

I'd timed the grocery pick up early, but by the time I got home it was snowing hard.  And by the time I got the groeries from the car, my feet were wet.

And yet . . .the year my husband and I moved to Detroit, at the end of Janulary following college education, there was serious snow on the ground.  There had been a big snow every weekend since Thanksgiving, and that continued.  By March there was barely a one-way path down the residential street - there was just nowhere for the snow to go.  Getting into the driveway was an adventure.

I'm reminded that I need to stop whining.