Snow

Where I grew up, we had snow.  Not every winter, but most.  And sometimes a lot, like the year we got two feet.  I was in college and it shut everything down.  First time in the university history they closed down.

That is my '67 plymouth belvedere

But, this morning, I heard William wake and the screen door open and close.  Then I heard him come into our bedroom.  "How deep is it?"  I asked.  "Three inches" he said.  I knew it had not snowed that much by the time I had gone to bed last night and I knew he was exaggerating.  But, while he got his layers on, I went and let Cocoa out, Steven got up and dressed, and we all went out.

There is something about snow out here.  The outdoors in completely quiet.  Its like life holds it breath.  We got freezing rain and a dusting of snow on top, maybe a half inch at the most.

We explored and took a few pictures.  I saw places where the deer had run through.  The little ponds were frozen.  The 70 degrees warmth of two days ago was but a memory.  It was COLD.  25 degrees.  Ice and snow.

We wandered, and then I came indoors to make cocoa.