Here's the snow.
The first big one.
Do I love the snow?
I do not. I hate the snow. I hate its big tall thick white deep white. I hate it with a shovel. I attack it with the blade. I attack it with my back. AAAAAAHHHHHAAARRRRGGGGh.
(I attack it, empty-stomached, but for morning coffee. I attack it in the morning. I do not have a remote drone to shovel the snow; this is Northern Girl handwork. I bend and lift, bend and lift, bend and sweat. Heck, where is my inhaler?
(I shovel, then I walk a mile in my tall big boots, on half-shovelled sidewalks, on roads, then I come back and finish the job.)
I attack it with my .......ah.
Done. (Aerobics Anonymous.)
I hate the snow.
But I love the Buddha.
(Photo by Susan, December 27, 2012)