Today, I woke up to snow.
Flakes so big, they veil the view.
Thick blankets of white cling to every branch
every leaf
every pumpkin and squash atop a bale of hay futilely trying to insist it's still fall.
Connor and Teyla are in their cozy fleece pajamas at 1:00 PM.
I made homemade sausage for breakfast and two hours later, the smell of crispy pork and dried sage perfume the air.
I'm on my second cup of coffee.
(I want a third.)
The baby is refusing to nap, preferring instead to play and drool and look adorable wearing fuzzy slippers for this very first time.
Winter is not without its pleasures.
