… because you may get it.
In the last post, regarding the snowfall that was imminent, I wrote “Bring it on” with blythe chutzpa. Heh:
A VIEW THROUGH the Japanese maple leaves just outside my kitchen window to the embankment, hedgerow and tall evergreens beyond after the first snowfall of the season.
ALTHOUGH I EXPECTED the snow, by the time it started it was dark and enough had built up on the driveway that I didn't feel like moving my car up to the street. "I don't have anywhere I need to go," I reasoned, backing myself up by remembering how long it takes the county to actually make it out to our little neighborhood in the wilds to plow. Even with the cars up on the street, I wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.
As I write this, approximately five inches of snow has fallen. And it’s falling still, a misty, sand-like snow topping the layers of heavier stuff from the night. Forecast is for more today and tomorrow. I’m planning a rich, hot lamb stew for supper tonight, thick with carrots, corn, green beans and potatoes. And for dessert? An apple crumble, warm from the oven.
FINNY McCOOL and PIB (Puss in Boots) take their job of keeping my legs warm seriously.
UPDATE: More snow. And comfort:
Mr. Stubbs is now an indoor cat. He seems to like it.