not a huge amount of snow, but it's always a treat to wake up to white on cape cod. more often than not, the ocean turns all of our storms to rain. i went out to shovel early yesterday morning and wound up just standing for a while, listening to the quiet. i'm not sure there is any other time where there is such complete silence than after a blanketing of fresh snow.
and then there was a noise, just barely audible at first but getting louder. was it a bird foraging for breakfast? a branch cracking under the snowy weight? no, it was the yelling of my children penetrating all closed doors and windows. i headed back in to break up the first argument of the day. note to all cape codders:: will shovel for childcare!
