WordPress’s “snowflake” widget stopped snowing on my blog automatically January 4, but here in the mountains the snow is just getting started. It snowed six inches overnight and was still snowing yesterday when I went to morning chores.
I am not a big snow fan but I am happy for DH and Lucy, my rabid skiers, and for our tiny tourist town, where almost everyone’s livelihood depends on having plenty of white stuff.
For me it mostly means freezing feet, as both my old pairs of winter boots are cracked and leaking. I don’t dally when my socks are wet and it’s 8° F. Here is Moxie helping me put out the morning hay.
Lucy had cross-country skied 25K with a group on Saturday and was ready for a cozy day at home. She thought all the snow meant Mom should not go to church. “It’s a sign from God!” she cried, with a big smile. “We can have a fire in the fireplace, I’ll do my homework, and —” in the tone of one holding out a wonderful treat — “you can sew the last patch on your coveralls!”
So that’s what we did. A quiet day with hymns on the stereo and snow steadily falling. In the afternoon she and I experimented with baking a hearth loaf on our pizza stone. Lucy is convinced that the new shape makes the same old whole wheat bread taste better. It is different. I have to work on my slashing technique. We’re also going to look for a good whole wheat sourdough recipe.