
On my trip to the basement to get the last butternut squash from the garden for another batch of African groundnut stew, I stopped to gaze out the window at the falling snow. More falling snow is building up on our mysterious ledge of snow. As I watched the whole thing became less mysterious. The flakes that fall directly on the ledge make it higher. That's not really a surprise. It's the flakes that almost brush by but catch on the edges and stick, that make it grow horizontally. It's a mesmerizing process. Speaking of flakes, who would stand there with onions , garlic and squash in their arms long enough to make such a discovery? The answer is obvious. That would be me! Fortunately I was able to break the spell . Lunch will be ready soon. It smells GREAT!