He came while we were sleeping. Softly. Stealthily. The visitor wrapped our world in a blanket of wooly white.
Our visitor, if you already haven’t guessed, was Mr. Snow. I hate it when he visits when I can’t watch. It’s like looking under the Christmas tree and finding the packages already open.
First thing I did was start a fire in the wood stove. There were red embers left from the log we put in just before going to bed last night, so getting the fire going was easy. When I looked up I saw its fiery reflection in the sliding glass door and snapped this photo.
At first glance the snow looks fluffy and inviting.
That was before I went outside to shovel.
That fluffy, oh-so-inviting-looking snow was actually about 5 to 6 inches of wet cement! Ugh! Snow is sometimes better appreciated from inside the house looking out, sitting around a nice little cheery fire.
As I shoveled (mostly pushing) it off the deck it was rolling itself into solid little balls. An idea immediately formed in my head. Something made from packed, rolled snow.
I am thinking a snow creature is in my future today. Stay tuned.
(photos: top; Snow Fire: bottom; Deck Steps)
Posted by Lynne on 01/16/2013 at 07:30 AM
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