Yesterday it snowed in the morning. Then it started sleeting and snowing. Then it went back to snowing. All day long.
The patio has mounds of snow. The pots look like frozen snow cones. Other items are barely discernible.
The dogs have never seen snow this deep. They want to dig in it to see what's underneath.
Abi is looking at her foot, as if to say: "What on earth is this stuff stuck to my foot?"
I can look over the wooden fence to the person's roof just behind me, and you can barely tell where the roof ends and the sky begins. The sky is almost as white as the snow.
At night, I look out the patio doors, and it as though a light is on, the snow is so bright. It seems to be lit from within.
I worked inside during the afternoon, painting. I shall show that when I'm done.
I finished the book "The Forgetting Place."This book caught me SO by surprise at the end, that I had to read the last few chapters over again to make sure I got it straight.
If you like psychological thrillers, you will want to read this one.
From what I can tell, he's only written one other book:"The Absence of Mercy,"and I definitely want to get my hands on this book.
Right now I'm reading: "One Mile Under"by Andrew Gross.
Whatever your plans, whether you're snowed in or living on the beach, have a great day. If you're in a cold region like me, it might be a good day to make chili, put your feet up, and read a good book by the fire.