Sometimes while we shovel our driveway, a car will skid to a stop. The driver will steer along the circular street in front of my house, staring with disbelief at the interesting place they never expected to see while on a Sunday drive.

However, they don't see us. We're probably just the help doing our job. I'm always amused by the occasional "tourist". I don't know how they negotiate the curve in the road while their mouths hang open, but somehow they manage to glance at the road just long enough to keep going.

Sometimes we drive by our house, too, mouths open and admiring what the tourists see, amazed that we live here, in our own "Castle in the Snow."

Happy music and art, Cinder LeDell