Our Magical Mystery Tour Approaches

With fewer than 48 hours before we leave on our Coddiwomple, and much to do before then, I find myself in better spirits than I’ve known for quite a while. Yesterday’s storm was supposed to bring between one and two feet of snow, but Mother Nature sent her elsewhere and we were left with but an inch or two. Still, what a delight it was to leave first tracks through the shallow powder. Well, first if you don’t count the good-sized Eastern Coyote who preceded us.

It was cold and the wind was biting when we ventured out, but with the whimsical descent of flurries, and the powdered landscape, how could we not embrace the joy of the day? Christmas carols played for the entire seven miles. Samwise and Emily pranced and danced, wrestled and raced, while I moved with a delightful lightness of being.