I awoke to such quiet this morning. Really, really quiet. So, I had to turn on the porch light and peer through the front room curtains just to see what the world looked liked.
Yes, there it was! The proverbial marshmallow world in the winter. Our first significant snow was falling at the edge of the forest. Unlike the cozy feel of rain pounding against the window, snow comes to you in quietness and calm. Unless it is a blizzard...
Snowed in... two lovely words when one was good and got all their errands run the day before. Not that we're really snowed in, one could drive into town slowly if they had to but it is deep enough to stay home if you can.
Snow falling blocks a great deal of sunshine and as it is still early winter and there have not been weeks and weeks of clouds... an appreciation remains for the lights on the Christmas tree to be left on even in "daylight".
There is a deliciousness in being snowed in (whether for real or only because you don't like driving on slick roads). It comes with a permission to have a snow day.
I've already skimmed a couple cookbooks for a soup recipe, decided to defrost a chicken which will become soup in a day or two, made oatmeal for breakfast, watched the meteorologist on the Big City station get all excited about snowfall amounts around the state (while Miss Victoria lay sleeping on the red flannel housecoat), and craved hot chocolate.
Eventually, I'll feel energetic enough to take a few pictures of the red barn against the white world but not yet. Perhaps after making soup for lunch or at least enjoying hot chocolate.
Real life does persist in the needs of laundry done and dishes washed but there is in my near future the watching of a Christmas movie and perhaps a couple of cooking shows with Holiday themes and a decision which book to begin... or maybe just a nap.
The decisions on what to do when you do not have to do anything can be rather overwhelming.