This storm coming up any minute now is being called a "snowicane" because we'll be getting very high winds along with a foot of heavy snow. I do feel weird complaining about it, but honestly, if I wanted Alaskan weather, I would have moved there. I'm dreading more snow. I'm really aching tonight because of working in it all day and because another foot of it will just complicate caring for the chickens even more.
I took seven hens to my friend Kristin in Spring City today. What a fabulous place. Just beautiful.
Gabriel is running for vice-president of student council. His speech was so great. I'll have to see if I can get a copy of it for the blog.
Something I wanted to tell you yesterday was that when we were at the Brandywine River Museum on Monday, and Victoria, Andy Wyeth's granddaughter was giving us a tour of his work, there was a girl, about high-school age, I'm guessing, that was there for a paper she had to write. Victoria asked her about her schooling and told her that she and her grandfather didn't condone art school. They feel that she would be taught that it's OK to draw or paint from pictures and that it's not OK with them and that Wyeth never did that. I loved hearing that because when I started to draw and paint again after 25 years, my next door neighbor, Rich Alliger, who I consider to be a truly outstanding artist said the same thing to me. Way to go Rich.
Good night, stay cozy.
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More Snow---the Snowicane | Thursday, February 25, 2010
