As of this morning, the snow is softly falling (and steadily, that sneaky snow). After weeks of rain pounding down on our metal roof, it is striking how silent snow is. And beautiful; yes, I admit; beautiful.
The teenager grunted and then kept sleeping when alerted to the fact; the younger son got dressed and is outside marvelling in it.
Snow on 100 foot evergreens outside our window is more Christmas-y than you can imagine. A well-timed trip to the city yesterday means that our fridge is full of food and wine; the tree is up, the gifts are wrapped in all their gold splendour; the rest of the presents are winging their way to us from the big wide world.
Now if only we can get to the mailbox!