It started on Christmas Day. The snow coated the swings where I worked on quilt flowers last summer.
I sat inside with my cup of coffee, and admired God’s handiwork.
Almost every day, a little more snow fell…
There was enough for a snow tunnel!
Deep piles of snow!
The sun was shining with all its might, but the temperature was minus 1. Windshield wipers were tipped up so that they wouldn’t freeze to the windshield.
The yard was a lumpy white field with hills in it.
The snow outside the kitchen sliding door was over a foot high.
The mailbox huddled miserably in a mound of the white stuff.
After clearing the snow at the end of the driveway, the snow mound was taller than the cars parked in the street.
We’ll keep the shovel handy until we get that January thaw.