The Night of the Root Vegetables

Tonight we might have gone to our friends Molly & Don's annual root vegetable party to welcome the solstice (delayed a day because of the ton of snow we got over the weekend) and honor the humble root vegetables which provide us northern folk with sustenance through the long, dark winter.

Considerable quantities of food and wine might have been consumed.

Fantastical sculptures might have been created from root vegetables.

Illegal fireworks might have been lit, amid much fanfare.

A giant effigy of a parsnip might have been set ablaze to welcome the return of the light.

I can, however, neither confirm nor deny any of this.

What I can confirm is that we had to shovel most of the knee-deep snow out of our driveway ourselves because a) the ^&**&%%# plow guy never showed up, b) Wendy & Paula's plow lady pushed a huge mountain o' snow up in front of the shed where their snowblowers reside, and c) Paula's tractor (with front-end loader) was occupied most of the time getting a stupid farm visitor unstuck after said visitor decided to drive down a snowy embankment to the barn. In a station wagon. And then proceeded to run said station wagon into a snowbank every single time Paula got her unstuck.

I can also confirm that the Japanese sweater is finished! In time to wear it to breakfast with Franklin and Sue on Wednesday morning! Pictures to follow.

Oh, and don't be too surprised if photos of strange root-like creatures should appear here without warning.