Scripps Sunday #128
Anna- I love this reflection from Sarah Bessey. It's no small thing... 💛 The snow began falling on Sunday night while we slept. I woke up on Monday morning to heavy snow blanketing the neighbourhood brown lawns and spindly trees, the streetlights illuminating the still-falling flakes. It was all beautiful again. Our sixteen-year-old and I suited up for the shovelling of the driveway and walks. My husband travels a lot for work right now and I forgot how to get the snowblower going, so manual labour it was. We shovelled steadily in the pre-dawn darkness together, alongside our neighbours, exchanged mittened-hellos to each other and kept clearing sidewalks together. I made an appointment with the physiotherapist later for the inevitable toll this will take on me. It’s no small thing to do this work. When I sent the younger two off to school at last in the weak light of morning, they were bundled up with boots on their feet, scarves around their necks. We had to buy new gear this wi...