the view out my front door
I'm not one who likes to get out in the snow. Since I reached adulthood, I haven't wanted to be out in it and play. I thought of snow as something that simply caused me extra work. As a young adult, snow was something that meant we had to work harder to keep cows fed, water thawed, and tramp through mud and slushiness. So, I was not such a great fan of snow. Oh, I've always thought it a beautiful sight and loved looking out the window at it. But, I would prefer to stay inside and stir up some soup, chili, or hot chocolate while everybody else threw snowballs, sledded down the hills, and built snowmen. I guess that still carries over today. Still, I love a good snow day.
snow piling on the porch and truck
As an educator, I love snow days because it is like a free gift of a day off. It is a day when we hadn't really planned to be home and didn't have to prepare for a sub. It is a day to enjoy the luxuries of life. It is a day to grab some extra sleep. It is a day to just goof off! Or, sometimes it is a day to try to do a little catching up from all the work demands like grading, recording grades, advance lesson planning, etc.
big fat plopping snowflakes
So, today when I got a snow day it was a little bit exciting. My heart beat just a little bit faster. I felt just a little giddy - sort of like a kid.
blanketing the furniture
Let it snow! I said. I dreamt of it falling all day and creating drifts and mounds. The sight was beautiful and I snuggled a little bit more happily inside with my sweetheart. We enjoyed the beauty.
taking in the beauty
We appreciated the naturalness and country and creatures around us. We napped a little bit and stood at the window with a steaming cup.
the view out the back door
We got a beautiful snow day. The view was wonderful. Mike and I shared time together. It was restful and peaceful. So, why is that I'm not thrilled and satisfied?
Today is Sunday!