When the first snow began to fall, it sparkled like snow in a Hollywood movie. We watched from our upstairs table in a restaurant beside the river as crushed crystal swirled in pools of light beneath the street lamps. Which was so very dreamy and romantic…
…until we woke up the next morning and found that nearly two feet of snow had fallen. It floated about during the night, leaving ridiculously huge drifts covering the cars and rooftops like sno-cones or giant-sized scoops of ice cream. The neighborhood was quiet as B and I walked to the park through thigh-high drifts and swung on swings in the playground, our feet swishing through snow as we swung.
Afterward I settled in with a hot pot of tea, favorite music cued up, candles lit, and all of the little goodies I picked up at the craft store spread around me for a fun present-wrapping session.
Our first fire of the season that evening, crackling and fragrant, became necessary when we actually ran out of oil; a sentence I would never have imagined myself saying before moving out here from California. Certainly helps one appreciate the simple things, like, oh you know, heat. On the other hand, it makes me wonder what in the world I am doing out here where people actually need heat in the winter, like to survive. Now I really appreciate all of those years I took for granted growing up in California, never once needing to worry about little things like freezing to death. But today our oil tank is full, the sun is shining in a bright blue sky, and the holidays are approaching! Life is good.
And p.s. – My cat is famous! Oh yes, Ziggy is featured on Desire to Inspire today (third photo down, orange cat on the polka dot chair) – though I don’t think he cares one bit. lol :)
{images: Laura Gaskill}
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