Snow and Sugar
I think I've overdosed on both.
Snow is glorious (mainly because I don't drive, and can thus indulge my inner five year old who squees at the white stuff). Especially THIS snow. It's fine and packable and makes me seriously consider snow-sculpture.
I had entirely too much fun while shovelling a path to the gate this morning before retrieving my (unemptied, grr) bin. True, I was stymied by the fact that there was a half-a-foot high drift of snow at the other side of the gate - try dragging a very full, very heavy bin through that snow, undercut with several patches of ice that were clearly put there to catch out the unwary - but still. The snow went where I told it, and stayed there. The dogs were completely bemused by what I was doing the White Stuff of Doom with a shovel.
Tomorrow should be interesting. The forecasters have been warning darkly (or sparkly, in this case) of a hard frost that will freeze the lying snow. I am having to remind myself that I do not live in Chalet land, and this does not mean Missing Lessons Through Skiing. Woe. I've never skiied, but I'd love to try to some time. On the plus side, I have managed to bully persuade marymac into hopefully meeting me tomorrow in the park for snowmen. Or snowballs. Or snow-something. My inner five year old is overjoyed, and a revived donut (twenty minutes in the oven does wonders for dessicated cakes) with a dollop of clotted cream has made me even happier. And now I'm gonna drink my coffee from my magic real-coffee-making-cup and find something sappy to read.
I really, really wasn't kidding about the sugar.
Snow is glorious (mainly because I don't drive, and can thus indulge my inner five year old who squees at the white stuff). Especially THIS snow. It's fine and packable and makes me seriously consider snow-sculpture.
I had entirely too much fun while shovelling a path to the gate this morning before retrieving my (unemptied, grr) bin. True, I was stymied by the fact that there was a half-a-foot high drift of snow at the other side of the gate - try dragging a very full, very heavy bin through that snow, undercut with several patches of ice that were clearly put there to catch out the unwary - but still. The snow went where I told it, and stayed there. The dogs were completely bemused by what I was doing the White Stuff of Doom with a shovel.
Tomorrow should be interesting. The forecasters have been warning darkly (or sparkly, in this case) of a hard frost that will freeze the lying snow. I am having to remind myself that I do not live in Chalet land, and this does not mean Missing Lessons Through Skiing. Woe. I've never skiied, but I'd love to try to some time. On the plus side, I have managed to bully persuade marymac into hopefully meeting me tomorrow in the park for snowmen. Or snowballs. Or snow-something. My inner five year old is overjoyed, and a revived donut (twenty minutes in the oven does wonders for dessicated cakes) with a dollop of clotted cream has made me even happier. And now I'm gonna drink my coffee from my magic real-coffee-making-cup and find something sappy to read.
I really, really wasn't kidding about the sugar.