We are recovering from another blizzard. After shoveling out the porch steps and the cars, my husband, with his fourwheel drive capabilities, took me to town. It seemed every house along the way had someone shoveling, blowing, moving the snow. I was touched by the vision of so many elderly men working with jackets unzipped and hats tossed off. (I'm glad my dad is away right now). We stopped at the diner for a cup of coffee and some french toast. If you are interested in either of these paintings, email me!
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