Well, we are just having a lovely day here...the snow is still coming down, although much more lightly, and I think we have four or five inches of snow. Todd is sledding on our backyard hill with some of the neighbors, and I am inside babysitting my wheat bread (which is baking right now and smells so good I want to lick the oven door) and intermittently reading one of the creepiest books I've ever read (The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson.)
The snow is very exciting. It's supposedly the most snow this area has gotten in ten years, and we've certainly not seen anything like it in our seven years here.
I tried to run out and make a snowman while my dough was rising, but the snow's too powdery and fluffy. Maybe tomorrow after it settles a bit.
I did take a couple of pictures in the garden and backyard:
Our neighbor Ray came over with his two youngest and you never saw two happier kids. Sledding is so much fun! When my bread gets done baking, I'm going to go out and take a turn myself.
We just have to be careful not to go sliding right on into the creek at the bottom of the hill!
It is bitterly cold out there, and the wind's blowing hard. I wasn't sure what to wear on my feet out there, since I have no tall snow boots, and then I remembered a hazy memory of various moms putting bread bags on their kids' feet when I was in grade school, to keep their feet dry. So that's what I did:
It worked great, too. My feet were by far the warmest, driest part of me!
Lovely roast chicken for dinner, and then Thai chicken soup tomorrow. Life is good. Hope everybody stays safe and warm!
