Yesterday started out white. When I went to bed it was a normal night and when I woke up I saw this lovely vision yelling loudly to come in.
I didn't really comprehend that there was a lot of snow on the porch. It wasn't until I let katten in and could barely get the screen door open that I noticed this.
Yep, a big dose of the white stuff. It was still snowing and I couldn't even see the street. It was so so quiet and had that wonderful fresh crisp smell. So it was time to get in my Nanuk of the North outfit and head out......
A path was forged by my loving husband who went to the hospital to work. (Our neighbor Laurie took a photo of his car slowly driving down the road at 7 am and posted it on Facebook.) The snow was so deep, a good 7 inches I figured, and it was still snowing.
Down the road and over the hill, between the trees,
and eventually through the tall tall grass, lies the valley.
A place where many generations have sled in winter and played capture the flag in the summer.
When I first got to the Valley, there were only a couple of friends. As we caught up with our lives and what was going on, more and more people came. Though I've made it sound like a nature preserve of snowboarding/sledding bliss, the truth of the matter is, that this valley is our neighbors backyard. Many thanks go to our neighbors who embrace all of us trudging up and down their hills, laughing and screaming with delight, as we make these moments into memories. Be well and happy snow days.
