It’s hard to take good pictures when the wind is gusting in your face and sprinkling tiny snowflakes all over your lens. You can see, though, that the snow is up to Myles’ hairy belly. When he bounds through the snow (and bounds is the only word for it!), he almost looks like he’s swimming. He is jubilant this morning–he loves snow more than anything! I woke up early-ish and after taking a look out the window, headed for my coat and snowpants with nothing short of childish glee. SNOW DAY! He and I raced outside, Myles bounding, me falling on my knees to see how deep it would go. Myles decided to be a Mexican jumping bean out there, springing straight up into the air, usually spinning 360 degrees.
My Boots in the Snow. Man, it’s DEEP.
This is the view from the middle of my street. You can hardly see the intersection that is only about 2/10s of a mile away:
Hallooo!
I think that being snowed in is one of the coziest, loveliest things around, if all of the following criteria is met:
1. i don’t have to drive anywhere
2. Chad doesn’t have to drive anywhere
3. We have enough food in the house to make something scrumptious without having to contemplate driving anywhere.
4. I’m not missing something I really wanted to do
5. I’m not sick
And today meets all five of those! YAY!
ummmmmm, what happened to the girl pining for spring?
The drifts are insane aren’t they?????????????????
Brrrr!!!! I’m cold just looking at your photos. Our weather is in the 60s right now and my feet are cold. I miss you terribly, but I’m glad I’m not there freezing my bum off. 🙂