We greeted the beginnings of a storm last evening. It was a light snowfall, and beautiful, and so much fun to be outside in it as it began to come down. That quiet hush as the snow falls really is so magical. And I knew I was getting my wish of a cozy snowstorm at home.
And then we woke to quite a reality! Twenty-seven inches they're saying, around these parts. And given that I only just shoveled ONE of the many walkways and paths to be shoveled today, I'd declare it to be at least that! (Darn those older children of mine - off at theatre and ski adventures of their own and nowhere to be found when shoveling time is here!).
BUT! Oh goodness, it's beautiful out there. So glorious. The air more fresh than it can ever be. The shoveling feels good on my body and just as soon as I finish clearing the path to the animals, they will stop shouting for their breakfast, and all will be well. With each shovel, I find myself chanting a little mantra that goes something like this: "knitting. shovel. fire. shovel. cabernet. shovel." It works, my friends, it really does.
I can't leave you without sharing this little bit. While the rest of the sheep were staying put inside the barn quite warm and snug, Adele ventured out for a walk. Oh, Adele!
