Tuesday, March 3, 2009


I don't write SNOW!


1. Because this is the first time we've had more than a dusting in close to a decade.

2. Because Richmond is too sticky and hot to ever really think, "SNOW." Which as you can see must always be in all caps.

3. Because I can't do my childhood remembrances of sledding down Hollis Road justice.

4. Because no one can do it as magically as James Joyce in "The Dead," which I'd quote, but heavens to Betsy, I can't find my copy of DUBLINERS.

Above: Me, the snow lady Roberta, and Annie.
Below: Christopher dons hand-me-down Patagonia. This is his first snow day!


  1. note the newly red hair...

  2. "Now that supper was coming near he began to think again about his speech and about the quotation. When he saw Freddy Malins coming across the room to visit his mother Gabriel left the chair free for him and retired into the embrasure of the window. The room had already cleared and from the back room came the clatter of plates and knives. Those who still remained in the drawing-room seemed tired of dancing and were conversing quietly in little groups. Gabriel's warm trembling fingers tapped the cold pane of the window. How cool it must be outside! How pleasant it would be to walk out alone, first along by the river and then through the park! The snow would be lying on the branches of the trees and forming a bright cap on the top of the Wellington Monument. How much more pleasant it would be there than at the supper-table!"
    -from "The Dead" by James Joyce

  3. It falls faintly.
    Thank you!