Growing up in the mountains of Colorado, snow is in my DNA and each year I anxiously anticipate winter. I'm giddy with delight when the snow falls and I stare out the window with the wonder of a child sighing deeply at the beauty. This morning I stood on our front porch doing just this while admiring the white blanket covering our neighborhood.
It's rather lovely outside, but this storm has immobilized Wisconsin. This snow is heavy and wet. We have friends waiting for the power company to come and remove fallen tree limbs from their power lines, power is out in some areas and snow removal has been an ongoing chore throughout the day since it keeps coming down. Snowblowers have been a constant sound in our neighborhood since 6 am today and I hear one or two now. My dear hubby tends to the snow removal and I am grateful that because of him I'm able to continue my love affair with snow. Thank you, my love.
Someone else love this snow (yes, I've passed this onto my "children"). This guy:
Mr. Logan loves the snow (we believe he learned this from Mr. Joey) and decided to take a siesta on the patio today. I had to force him to come inside. Handsome, isn't he?
So, what did I do today with my "snow day"? Well, contrary to popular belief, I did not immediately pick up my knitting needles until later in the day... This morning I went to the kitchen to start our supper of dry white beans, veg stock, garlic, onions, rosemary and lemon:
Then I made a double-batch of our famous Drunken Joe (recipe to come in the very near future):
We are staying warm, the boys are happy and I'm finally knitting. All in all, it's been a good day. I hope everyone else had a good day, "snow" day or otherwise.