It started after Thanksgiving and it's been coming down in a nice, big way ever since.
My office is on the second floor of the design/production studio where I work.
Floor to roof windows line an entire wall of the building providing natural light for artists that work on the floor beneath those hanging lights.
The view out the window is pretty darn magic in any season but in the winter as gently falling snow frosts the branches of the oak trees that are older than my great-grandparents, it will take a girls breath away. Every now and then when I get the urge to whine about something work-related, I look up from my computer and stare out those big windows. Debbie, old girl.....I say to myself.....so you want to trade this for a telemarketing cubicle in a big ol' office somewhere??????
By the time the first snowstorm stopped, it was deep. Really deep.
No way I was getting out of the garage for a day or two.
Only one thing for a girl to do and it's what I do every time it snows...........
Only one thing for a girl to do and it's what I do every time it snows...........
I cook and bake!!!!
Dilly Casserole Bread. Rising Nicely. The aromatic smells of dill with a slight hint of onion and yeast rising in my house reminds me of when my mom would bake during the holidays when I was just a kid. Soooooo good!!!
Silent as the snowy winter is outside there is always evidence of snoopy little visitors who continue to poke around the place regardless of the weather.
Eventually the sun shines and it starts to melt.
Mind you, today it's 12 degrees outside.......yes TWELVE FULL DEGREES. At this rate it's going to take a long time for all this snow to melt. Before it has a chance, we'll probably get more. I don't care. I LOVE this winter and all the snow!!!
Through the wind and the sleet and the frigid temperatures, stubborn garden buddies persevere, peeking out from beneath the melting blanket in hopes that spring is around the corner.
The dripping continues, hinting tomorrow might....just might.....be warmer.
Nahhh, not so much. Winter's just begun to wrap her long fingers around our neighborhoods.
Put a pot of water on the stove for tea, unfold the afghans and stack up some winter books and movies. Spring will come. Later. Much, much later.
