We just had the first snowball fight of the season, which was made much more exciting once the dogs were let out of the house and tried to catch all the snowballs in the air, crunching them into nothing before dashing off to catch others. We made a snowman in the Lennon’s image and then went inside to have hot chocolate topped with lots of whipped cream before making cut out Christmas cookies. It was a grand day all around.
Until I tried to come home this evening! In the middle of this season’s first snowstorm, I found myself stepping off the deck into snow so deep I had trouble taking the next step and when I finally reached my yard? I was barely able to push the gate open far enough to get in. Now, inside, I am enjoying the view out my window of Christmas lights down the mountain and huge snowflakes still drifting down all around me. As long as the electricity stays on, I am fine. If it goes off, so does all my heat! That would mean moving upstairs where there is a wood burning stove though, so all would still be well.
Pretty basic living, but that’s what it is out here.
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