She called early this morning, while I was shoveling my car out and talking with neighbors.
A perfect fluffy six inches of snow had fallen overnight and Maude wanted to know when I would be coming by with my skis.
I was there within a half-hour and I got to enjoy a perfectly wonderful hour of being alive and well in New England. I realized once again that the word AWESOME is so often overused (especially by me!) It should be reserved for places like Maudslay on a peaceful December morning after a fresh snow.