Feb 1: The snow is thigh high in places and we are dangerously low on Cotes du Rhone.
There is talk of having to drink the chardonnay, but we pray it does not come to that.
Outside, the hearty Midwestern people shovel the snow from one side of their houses to the other, and back again, in a ritual it seems even they do not fully understand...
Inside, the middle school girls have tracked in enough snow to build a sledding ramp.
I am haunted by daughters.
From the winter archives: I shouldn't have done it