There is a long moment of sublime beauty after the storm has passed, the sky has cleared and the sun shines brightly on a new creation. Then it begins to melt and messes it up.
For a short while the melt may have its own beauty. Melting ice glitters in the pure sunlight high in the tree tops. This picture only gives a faint idea of the sparkling canopy overhead.
I was prepared to stay put. This winter magic can come with the cost of immobilization. Or so I thought I was prepared.
Silly me. I did not give one iota of thought to how much primer it would take to paint the newly textured drywall. I bought one gallon thinking I was buying a lot.
One gallon of primer covered one and a half walls. To do two coats of the entire interior will take at least ten gallons. I have no tongue and groove lumber for the ceiling. I have no primer for the drywall.
The blue pot is empty.
I was forced to break out the new big scoop snow shovel and start clearing the driveway or face a couple of days or more, weather depending, on doing nothing.
Shoveling ice topped crusty snow is not near as quick and as painless as moving the light as air powder snows from before. I got about half way down the drive, almost to the crest of the hill. Tomorrow I can shovel more.