" . . . And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake."
R. L. Stevenson
Usually here in the south we have a "snow day" once or twice a year.
This week we have had "snow days" and it's not over yet.
It's been a heavy, wet snow and has stuck beautifully to the foliage.
I find it hard to concentrate on other things because there
is so much beauty to behold outside. Each window is like
a framed landscape painting. I had to dig out my vintage boots and go
out to walk around and shovel a bit. Just to be out. We usually don't
shovel much down here in the south. We just wait for it to melt.
I miss having my little kids here to play with in the snow and the snow
brings memories of those days. They both live in town
but driving is hazardous, so we stay put.
But we had some fun group texting our storm updates,
sending pictures of rulers in snow banks, etc.
All the while, safe and warm at home.