7:30 a.m. and Mamie and I donned our morning ensembles: jacket, hat, scarf, gloves, boots for me and parka for her. We crunched outside across the deck to the back yard.
When we bought our house twenty years ago we were captivated by the view it offered down to our woods. After decades of trooping up and down the incline through spring planting, summer yard work, and leaf season, we now know the operative word was down.
Today Mamie and I learned that two inches of snow followed by rain followed by a freeze is not conducive to a morning constitutional around the property.
I was able to dig my heels in and stay stable, but when you’re a 10 ½ pound dog, it’s hard to gain purchase. She didn’t exactly slip, but her gait was reminiscent of those cartoons where the character runs but never goes forward.
I’m now off to run errands, assuming I can get up the slanted glaze ice of our driveway. Let’s hope the center of town is being salted right now for our afternoon walk.