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.