In case you couldn't tell, we love the snow. We love watching it fall - whether sideways or straight down - and love watching it shroud everything in thick blankets of soft white.
We love the way the trees get painted with layers of fluffy stuff, and familiar objects lose their identity under that thick, silent blanket.
We love how quiet the world is, right after the storm, when the snow absorbs all sound and leaves the air crisp and fresh.
The snowblower was of some use today, mainly on the deeper piles of wind-blown snow which built up between the cars, but much of the work was with shovel. But I'm finding that I'm not liking the "shoveling" bit so much,
anymore. We'll see how it feels by late winter, as I'm about to begin a
diet program under the stringent supervision of our family doctor.
So now we're off to a couple of stores this morning, as my lovely wife wishes to find a last something-or-other for Christmas.
Y'all take care out there; thanks for stopping by.