Shoveling

Snow.
Makes my back hurt when I shovel "improperly"
Cold, wet, heavy.
Snow.

Okay, so poetry's not my thing so much.
(Neither is the English grammar apparently)
Just thought I'd share out into the blogdom on such a snowy evening.

About German friends over for lasagna, and playing games.
About my father speaking in a slight accent whenever speaking with those from other countries,
no matter how good their English. *sigh*
About "thundersnows": when it thunders & lightnings and snows.
About the jig I know on the mandolin. That and Happy Birthday.
About my brother asking off tomorrow so as to shovel all through the night.
About the stack of books next to my bed sparring for my time with the movie I'm about to watch.
About getting seeds in the mail (though this deserves a post of its own later on).
About dreams of bees. Ones that make honey. For me.
About wearing striped skirts.

- just a bit of what's what right now.
But instead of expounding upon these delightful meanderings of simplicity.
I turn in for the night with a movie & some chapstick.

lovelove.