Here is Molly in her den under the snow-burdened branches of a forsythia.
Can you see her?
(Click through to Flickr for a larger view.)
No dog here now!
Molly is back in the house, watching The Princess play Super Smash Brothers Meleé. Sam wore himself out running in circles through the den after Molly left it. Snowman remains abed. The evening’s service has been canceled, which is both a disappointment (my favorite service of the year other than Easter Sunrise) and a relief (there is a lot of snow here and a long way to travel). Many of our Deacons have no power, including one who is trapped at home since her garage door is electric! I worried about having the decision made based on my distance from church, but I’m told my name never came up in the discussions.
A note of interest: when I called the TV stations to report the cancellation, I discovered that no one knows how to spell "Maundy." I refrained from a sermon on Jesus’ mandate that we love one another. I had a half-written meditation for tonight and will probably post it later.
Meanwhile, we’re eating coffee cake and contemplating shoveling.