Some people love the warmth of the summer while others love the cold of the winter. Me? I love the blooming flowers and trees of spring, coming out of hibernation. I love the long days of the summer, eating outside and family vacations. I love the colors of the fall. My anniversary’s in the fall. I love th holidays in winter, hot chocolate and carbohydrate binges. I love snow—in moderation.
We were prepared for the blizzard. We stocked up on food. I made a stew and meatloaf in advance. They’re always better a day or two after they’re made. The house smelled warm and inviting.
We dug out the hats, scarves and gloves. Paul, my DH, started up the snow blower and made sure we had fuel.
Have you ever noticed how quiet it is when it snows? How clean and bright things look? It’s almost like a fairy land. We went to bed Friday night to flurries and woke up Saturday and watched it fall, and fall, and fall. The snow stopped about 9pm and Paul made a small path to the door. He took the picture to send to our kids.
On Sunday we (mostly Paul) spent seven hours shoveling (you can’t see the double car driveway to the right). We had nearly twenty inches of snow.
Paul, my DH, did the heavy lifting. He is my hero, love of my life, and the man of my dreams. Next to cleaning off the cars he was most appreciative of the hot cocoa (with whipped cream) I brought him and the aspirin I handed him when he came inside. We decided we’re ready for spring. Hmmm… Warm weather.
So, let it snow. We leave for California on Thursday!