What a perfectly miserable start this week is off to, weather-wise. It started blowing in from the north on Saturday night, and hasn't let up since.
|The missing window pane in our screen door made for an interesting view to greet us this morning. Yes, Jason actually cleared the deck just before bed last night!|
Inches and feet of the white stuff later, piled high around vehicles and houses and the wood pile, I find myself being very thankful for my warm stove.
And for the little man I get to hang out with today.
But that doesn't mean I don't indulge in a little wishful thinking... I spent the weekend working on a new sun dress, so it will be all ready when spring comes around. Nearly finished, now...
At least when it is this cold, and the draft from our single-pane windows makes me reach for a warmer sweater, the frost is really pretty.
I'm going to do my best to enjoy December this year... after all, at least the sun rises every day, unlike some places farther north of here where friends of ours live. Its brilliance may be frozen into grey monotony by constant cloud cover and falling snow, but it rises.
However, I'm still looking forward to when we get to see it again...
Happy Monday, friends.