Blizzard an' a disappointment

Stella here.

Well, we had us a blizzard. Gonna take some time 'fore we're dug out but that's OK. We didn't have no plans.

Molly's gentleman friend, though, he was "freakin' out"! Guess he was worried he'll be marooned at th' Moose Cove Inn f'rever!

I suspect that didn't set too well with Molly, as she loves th' snow an' don't see that a liitle thing like a blizzard's much t' worry about.

I don't think this ad-venture o' hers is gonna go much further. When that fella goes back home t' Philadelphia I expect Molly ain't gonna be writin' back, 'cept maybe t' thank him f'r a nice visit catchin' up on ol' times when they was young.

Me an' Harvey sat up a bit last night, lis'nin' t' th' wind an' peekin' out now'n again t' see how high th' snow'd become. Since it's drifted some, I ain't sure what we got f'r actual footage.

But this mornin' when I peeked outta inta th' dooryard, it was so still an' calm I c'd hear th' bell on th' bouy out in th' harbor just as clear as if it'd been right next t' me.

Prettiest thing' y' ever saw, all that perfect whiteness.

I wager there won't be none o' th' fellas goin' out checkin' traps t'day.

Harvey an' me's stayin' indoors an' en-joyin' one another's comp'ny. We'll be lis'nin' t' Stuart McLean doin' th' Vinyl Cafe on public radio, an' far's I'm concerned, that's about as good entertainment as goin' out t' a show!

Well, that's all th' news from here f'r now. I'm gonna go start a chowder.

Love,

Stella