Snow, Beautiful Snow (Yes, I Really Said That)

Well, it did snow. It took it's sweet time, falling about eighteen hours later than anticipated, but when it came, it gave us quite a show. We got about five inches at our house Friday afternoon and night, which isn't much compared to other parts of the country, but around here that's pretty good. It was the big fluffy stuff that covered everything in a lovely ivory blanket. It fell with fury Friday afternoon.

And lasted into the night. The wind was something else. As we snuggled in front of the fireplace and watched TV, it huffed and puffed but didn't blow the house in. It did blow the snow around, creating beautiful little drifts again the house. Yesterday morning, the neighborhood kids did their best to wear out their sleds, reminding me of some rides in washtubs I made down slick hills many years ago.

In the past I would have whined and moaned about it, but this time I tried to enjoy the beauty of the snow. I managed a few pictures before the roads got too slick, and I spent about three hours today at area lakes snapping photos underneath a cold, bright sun. Thanks to the camera, I'm weathering winter better than usual. Don't go thinking I'm losing my dislike for cold weather. I'm still counting down the days until spring, but I made it through this little spat of Old Man Winter with a cheery attitude. And I didn't even have to buy any bread or milk.