Snow fascinates me. I can sit still staring at the patterns it makes for a long, long time. Years ago when Alan and I were skiing at Lake Louise, we were skimming along a wooded run when quarter-sized thick flakes slowly began drifting down. We stopped to watch the flakes as they nestled down onto the white branches of a towering fir tree. Some of the flakes joined together in the air like sky divers linking up in well-planned formations. The forest was silent except for the groan of the snow beneath our skis. Only my aching, frozen feet could tear me away from the peaceful moment. Alan and I still talk about that experience from time to time. It made the list of Great Travel Moments.
It's 9 degrees outside. I think that I shall join the cats in a group snuggle on the couch while I finish up my weekly Bible Study. A cup of "No Sugar Added" Swiss Miss Hot Chocolate sweetened with a dash of Splenda. (Aha! Take that you sugarless brown liquid!)
|Lily (the smudge on her nose is from sitting on the ledge |
outside my kitchen window and meowing for me to let her in)
|Dixie, The Sedentary Wonder|
|The sand dollars we collected on the beaches of|
Sanibel are holding back the wintery gale.
Lily has come to lure me away from my blogging with a come-hither-you-pink-fuzzy-robed-human stare. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll (She just typed that.)