Snow and Spaghetti

It's been snowing enormous fluffy flakes since yesterday.  Everything is white, it's like living inside of a snow globe.  All the more fodder for my Great White Bump - my somewhat affectionate name for the 15 yards of garden soil dumped at the edge of my new garden just before winter came early to the Peace.  Come spring it will thaw just like frozen hamburger in the frying pan under the watchful eye of an anxious cook.  Only instead of peeling off the slowly thawing layers with a spoon, I'll be using a shovel instead.  I wish I had managed to get it spread before winter hit, but you know what they say; if wishes were tomatoes we'd all have spaghetti sauce.  Or something like that. 

Hey, at least now I have an idea what to make for supper, I just wish I had taken the hamburger out of the freezer  . . .