Two hours of shoveling outside and feeding the babies and cooking dinner and we are going to veg-out. The ironic thing is there more snow in the Tuesday forecast. Oh, me and my wishing for snow. I’ll confess to doing one snow dance back in September, but that’s all I’m admitting.
Here are the latest pictures of the snow in the Washington, DC metro area. We are getting ready to shovel the deck, for the third time, and keep the snow on the table for measurement. Looks pretty impressive to me.
Going to invite you over to Half Hour Meals today. We are Talking Chocolate at 1:30 PM and want you to join in, too. Signup is free and it is brought to you by the owners of the premier social networking sites, BlogCatalog. We’re gathering food lovers from all over the globe and the site is really growing. Won’t you stop over? Valentine’s is just a week away. Perhaps we might inspire you to create something delicious.
I heard we are going to experience Thunder Snow and Lightening. It has already dumped ten or more inches and is expected to continue for another 22 hours. Oh boy.
Want to send a shout out to Monseiur Zach, who braved the weather to deliver us a delicious pizza. Thanks again!
What a difference 1 1/2 hours makes. After posting this I went down to find another foot of snow on the deck! I shoveled it for the second time and I left the snow on the table for measurement. It shows absolutely no indication whatsoever of letting up. 21 more hours to go. Wow. I’m going to bed.
I have another cake in the oven for Half Hour Meals Festive Cakes Event. Look in Community Discussion. I’ll be over there shortly!
Today is it the first snow of the season. Here are a few pictures of what I see and how it has blanketed the condo. We’re on the top so we get a great view. I love the snow. It makes everything feel fresh and clean. A new beginning. Here is a picture I just took of what I see from my desk as I look at the skylight. (the fan needs to be wiped off!) Oh. No!
I believe we should all allow ourselves a new beginning. Let go of the past hurts and disillusions and look to the future and the promise of tomorrow.
When I awoke this morning I felt my skin was tight and colder than usual. Sniffing I could tell the late Autumn air had a crisp but wet flavor and my arms felt heavier than when I had gone to sleep.
Wide awake now, I looked across the garden to see the brilliant white snow blanketing the branches of my closest neighbor. Then I examined my own branches to find I had been thusly adorned.
A smile crept up my wooden body and a hint of cedar rose up to entwine the snow filled air. There was a small bite of wind surrounding us so I reached my limbs to touch my neighboring tree. We were comforted that we were to share another winter and the touch of our boughs was a communion of love.