I used to be Snow White, but I drifted. Mae West
I really don’t care much for snow, and we have been getting a lot of it lately! I had to drive to the computer store today to pick up a new computer for my mom and maaaaaaaaaaan was it ever slick out there. The good news is I got home safe and sound with her computer and a brand spanking new printer for us so I can now do all of our band posters instead of paying someone else to do them! YAY! 🙂 Oh, it’s the little things in life that make me soooooooo happy! I keep threatening to go outside and build a snowman, but not today. I am enjoying procrastinating. Maybe I’ll take the easy way out and just settle for a snow angel….What do you think? With that I leave you with The Red Hot Chili Peppers……
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. ~Edith Sitwell
I can hardly believe it! I drove to Boise to get some things for my mom the other day and there is already snow in the foothills! What’s up with that? I am not ready for winter and it’s cold, frosty mornings. I know for the farmers in our area the early snow is a blessing. It means more water for their crops in the spring, but I am still not ready. I bought myself a new coat last spring, on sale, and I am already putting it to good use. I have also bought gloves and a new winter hat, so I am prepared, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. 🙂
With that I leave you with Foreigner….enjoy!
“Warm summer sun, shine kindly here. Warm southern wind, blow softly here. Green sod above, lie light, lie light. Good night, dear Heart, Good night, good night.” Mark Twain
I’m not real fond of winter time with it’s cold temperatures & gray skies. I like to see big snowflakes falling from a steel grey sky. I love the way lights reflect off the prisms of freshly fallen snow in a million rainbow colors. I love to see the trees coated in a fresh fallen snow. But give me summer time, every time. I love the feel of warmth on my skin, the fresh smell of flowers, a warm breeze. Walking barefoot on soft grass, the beauty of new flowers blossoming. That’s when I am happiest.