But the fire is so delightful.
Oh man. I haven’t been this excited since I was named runner up in the bop contest at Mary Howard Ready’s dance studio in 6th grade.
I’d been sitting on my porch waiting for the promised snow. The weather man said it should begin at noon and deliver us 5-8 inches. At 1:30 I gave up and went to take a nap. When I woke up the most beautiful snow I’ve ever seen was falling by the buckets.
And the world got very quiet. And something magical occurred. Everything was so beautiful – even my ragged, untidy garden.
Snow is such an anomaly for us in the Deep South. And this one is so fluffy and white. What a great way to restart the New Year. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Then, like a curse, the snow turned to sleet. Oh gee. This is not what I dreamed of. For a brief moment I thought of running to the grocery store. What for? I’ve got a crock pot bubbling with chili and enough toilet paper to last for the rest of the month. What else would a girl need?