It's December! The countdown to Christmas has officially begun! And, what better way to kick off the 25 Days of Christmas than waking up to the season's first snowfall? None! None, I say! And, this is coming from the woman with a historical hatred of the white stuff; what's happening to me?
I guess it was the way the early morning sunlight glinted off the crystalline frosting on the trees around our house...
...and, while I did have to shovel the entire driveway (Hugh has started his officiating season and I am now a wrestling widow); I had the company of a dog who clearly thinks snow is the absolute bomb-diggity. I also knew that my firstborn child was sleeping peacefully in her childhood bedroom, and, that there was a full pot of coffee awaiting me in the house, so, there are far worse chores I could be doing in far less gorgeous surroundings.
I think December and I are going to get along just fine.
(Please remind me of that statement when I am complaining about shoveling the driveway for the eight millionth time)