We had our first snowfall over the weekend.  It started late Friday evening – sleet changed to sleet/flurries shifted to giant flakes drifting steadily to the ground.  It was absolutely beautiful.

Saturday morning we woke to that special world, one where a quiet blanket drops over the street and a white ground glistens in the sun.  Before the kids, the sleds, the footprints crisscrossing yards and driveways – just soft, smooth snow covering everything.  A fresh day.

I do love the snow, even more from inside a warm house.  Add in a fire flickering in the fireplace and it’s heavenly.


My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.