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Libby Hill Park

In order to justify taking a translation-free day, I spent the morning cleaning the kitchen so it would be less disgusting. It's sparkly clean now. While I worked, I listened to the school closings on the radio and glanced outside periodically at the totally snow-free street. Okay. Maybe snow actually was falling in Fluvanna County and other points south and west of Richmond. Oz said there was a light dusting on the parking lot at his work when he got in this morning. Some of his co-workers totally bailed on account of the "blizzard" and didn't even come in to work.

Finally, around one o'clock, a few desultory flakes wormed their way down to the ground. By two we had a full blown flurry. When I went for my afternoon walk, the grassy bits of Libby Hill Park were lightly frosted. Pretty! The scene put me in mind of another winter day, just a few years almost to the day ago, when I took a picture of Libby Hill Park in the snow with my one megapixel pocket camera and posted it on my spanking new blog.

I also saw a goose.

Goose on a Grace Street porch

There's a lady in the neighborhood with these pet geese. I hear the geese much more than I see them. Finding this one hanging out on the porch and honking his head off was kind of a treat. Loud, though. I might feel differently if I lived closer and was exposed to constant, high volume goosage. Tasty roast goose might start looking like an option.