Oh, praise be to all the gods, there is SNOW outside. Our first great snow since 2010, and the children are suitably impressed. Brian has already stumbled out the door, shovel over his shoulder and dollar signs in his eyes, in search of warmth-loving neighbors who want their walks shoveled and cars dug out; the rest of the kids soon followed suit, but with sleds instead of shovels, determined to turn out nearby sledding hill into an Olympic-worthy venue, complete with ramps and whatever else they dream up.
Those of you who do not suffer snow deprivation cannot even begin to appreciate how wonderful this is. You know how traumatized we've been by 3 years worth of essentially snow-less winters? So traumatized that I dreamed last night that we woke up and the grass wasn't even covered and the snow had stopped. So when I REALLY woke up, I was scared to look.
Oh, you have to live in our busy area to appreciate the blessed quiet - airports shut down, cars off the road, and the muffled sound of the shovel ringing through the land. Everything is closed, and people are home resting from yesterday's requisite pre-snow runs to the crowded supermarkets. And best yet? I've got 2 pairs of socks on the needles and a (albeit still problematic) linen-stitch scarf. Best. Day. Ever.
LET THE KNITTING BEGIN!
[Snowman T-shirt image: Natural Cloud Cover]