Everything looks like sugar loaves

As promised: we got snowed!

Perhaps blasted would be more like it. The wind painted the sides of the house with a layer of heavy wet snow. It’s splattered on the screen and windows. Right now outside the sky is a fervent blue and there is bright sunshine. Everything is buried—even my boots.

I put them out in the shed on Sunday because they were just taking up space on my door mat. I’ll have to dig my way out to the shed before I dig my way out to the garage and before I dig out the car.

Last night when it was still hammering down I saw a flash of light and then thunder. I hadn’t heard thundersnow in a few years. I recalled a time when I was in high school, I’d have to have been at least 16 to drive, that I drove out to the mall and bought a pair of snow boots that were on sale. They were canary yellow and zipped up the front and were cheap because it was already April. April! Past the time of snow I thought—just as I reckoned the other day when I moved my boots to the shed. But a few hours later it began to storm. I was home alone, the house empty, watching TV in the dark and I saw a sudden flash behind the veil of snow and then thunder. It spooked me. That night we got about a foot of snow. Which has taught me that yes, we can get snow on up until April or May.

I kept those boots for a long time, but by now (I’m 64) they’re long gone. The boots in the shed are a replacement pair. Gearing up to go fetch them . . .