We awoke this morning to the sound of the snowblower echoing up through the courtyard at 6:00. I was hopeful for school closings, but the muffled gorgeousness of the city at 7:40 was quite worth a trek through drifts and unshoveled sidwalks a foot deep. The flakes have tapered off, leaving us in a quiet white world punctuated by scraping shovels and children's laughter.
I am reading The Grandissimes by George Cable--New Orleans in 1805, feuding families, secret romances, murder, the like. And this is my job!
This afternoon I was struck by the beauty of gleaming coffee beans in a dark blue canister, waiting to be ground and brewed.
Friday, February 1, 2008
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