We have been in a drought, here in southern Wyoming. Therefore, it wasn’t hard for even this southern gal to be happy for the big (albeit late) snowstorm we received last week. I mean, a foot of snow is at least a couple inches of water, right?
So we canceled the kids music lessons and stayed snug at home in our warm house.
(I love having a warm house. )
Sunday evening it began to snow again. They were calling for chance of rain or snow through Wednesday. But I wasn’t too excited…I mean, since when has the meteorologist been correct, ya know?!
But when I got up Monday morning, it was still snowing.
It snowed all day.
Tuesday morning it was still snowing….
Again, it continued to snow all day. Now, it wasn’t a heavy, pile-it-on snow – just a gentle, at times very light snow. But still, it was snow.
Last night at 10:30 pm, I flipped on the porch light, and watched the snow falling…
When I got up this morning, it was still falling. Snow, snow snow.
Water. Moisture. whatever you want to call it.
I am truly ever so thankful.
But I am considering running away.
Preferably to Florida.
Where snow doesn’t fall in the door when you open it.
And where people dress in a normal fashion – not covered head-to-toe in snow gear.
But still. I am thankful.
Some hay this summer, perhaps?
That would be great.
Oh, and how cool is it that you can take pictures of snowflakes? Even if it you have to lure the cats to the porch so you can see the flakes on their fur.
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