A teeny little tree, trying to keep its head above water, near the path that cuts through our wooded property to the back of the elementary school. I suspect it will become completely buried, though probably not after this storm.
[Update: I was wrong. It's totally buried. We've gotten a lot of snow.]
Cairo after digging her snout in the snow, looking for her stick.
Something in the woods caught her eye. At this point, my hands were fricking freezing, so we went back inside.
A non-violent, counter-dominant, left-liberal, possibly charismatic, quasi anarcho-libertarian Quaker's take on politics, volleyball, and other esoterica.
Lo alecha ha-m'lacha ligmor, v'lo atah ben chorin l'hibateyl mimenah.
