Old Man Winter, that is.
Winds howl, snow gusts and flakes fall in torrents all morning. Then the gray, frigid skies take a break while they admire their handiwork....clean, unadulterated white. Everywhere. The skies rest and I know they are not done, merely gearing up for the grand finale. Sleet, in all her sleek glory will come to the party too and they will dance the night away together. Inches and inches of their twirls are expected.
And so it is~ we are officially snowed in.
But wood is piled high in the basement, a water supply is at the ready and oil lamps are filled (just in case) while wood crackles warmth.
Plenty of quilts and afghans atop flannel sheets, the pantry is well stocked and warm soup is simmering. Creamy Zucchini. From those long ago summer days of "please not another zucchini!" shredded, packed and frozen for just such a storm...
And of course, me surrounded by some of my most favorite people
and ample choices of quiet fun for a snowy evening.