Snow on campus always begins with quiet, calm wonder at the unexpected beauty then inevitably descends into hijinks. Compared to the events that followed some earlier storms (here in 1918 and here in 1929) these snow creatures are pretty mild. The architects can’t help themselves, though:
Bonus: Not as much fun when you’re a full-fledged adult. My husband refused to take a pajama day and went straight off to work. And my beloved but Yankee son-in-law had a satisfying opportunity to use the scraper he has unaccountably held on to since moving here.
Extra Bonus: Almost immediately after retiring I found myself working other jobs so I don’t have much chance to get in to the archives these days. I do have a bunch of unused pictures in my laptop, though, so I’ll try to post a bit more. I also managed to figure out how to print out the entire blog (with comments!) and my next project is to index it so it will be useful for others later. Just in case you thought I wasn’t really working all these years, this isn’t even the whole thing:
