Hey there Hercules

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So apparently they’re naming winter storms now. I was introduced to this fact on my way home from a family trip to Indiana yesterday to visit our missing sister and brother in law and two outstandingly adorable nephews.

We set out from chilly Ohio soon after 8 am, cozily piled in a borrowed 12 passenger van. There’s not a whole lot of captivating scenery on the drive from one flat Midwestern state to another so we mostly slept and read and listened to music. Our warm breath turned to smokey frost on the cool van windows and we started so see a scattering of snow along the highway as we headed north.

We crawled from the van a few hours later for some joyous reunions. For me this “joyous reunion” involved a lot of snow in my shoes, bloody knees and a headlong sprawl across a muddy driveway. She had shouted for me to stop running before I slipped and broke my face. I didn’t listen. The others were a little less enthusiastic in their approach, but still overjoyed to be together and get to know the newest little munchkin of the family.

After a lazy afternoon of coffee that could probably slay a horse, treats, treasures and good company we set off for home, and were introduced to the newest member of our winter expedition: Hercules. He liked us so much he would not leave, and kept us company for the first 5 hours of our 4 and a half hour long trip. Oh Hercules. He did make the trip seem kind of peaceful though. We rumbled along through snow and slush in our warm cocoon of frosty windows and the whole world outside was white and misty and quiet.

We outran him by the time we got home but I guess he knew our address because I woke up this morning to the softest, nicest pillowy blanket of snow covering everything outside. Now that Hercules doesn’t run the risk of pushing us off the road into a bank he is a good friend again and I’m happy to have him stay as long as he likes.

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2 thoughts on “Hey there Hercules

  1. Aunt Nell AKA Eleanor Ziegler Ruch

    Your writing is beautiful, Lara (assuming it IS Lara who is writing.) Thanks. I’m glad FIL Daniel A provided a link on FB. Here in Hatfield, PA, also in a cozy cocoon, deciding if we should venture out to attend a funeral in Lititz….haven’t heard the verdict yet. We ARE blessed, SO privileged.

    • Thank you, Aunt Nell! It is indeed Lara. My cocoon is not as cozy as I would like as I venture out to school today. It’s a beautiful, clear and snowy day but the negative wind chill makes me wish for blankets and tea!

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