Since I had time this morning, I made biscuits. I had time because we are having yet another “winter weather event.” This is the fourth in four weeks. At least it’s supposed to be 50 degrees by Sunday. In the meantime, though, it’s supposed to get very cold.
In spite of the fact I’ve got my garden planned and have my seeds ready, I don’t actually mind these storms. They’ve been restful, an opportunity to slow down. They’ve also had fairly minimal amounts of snow. It’s a nice workout to shovel five or six inches and clean off my car. More than that gets into “I’m not 35 years old anymore” territory. We won’t get into the frequency of my gym visits, either.
I went out for a walk today and really enjoyed the scenery. The lattice work of snow-covered limbs overhead was beautiful. The snow was wet, sticky and heavy.
I visited the sledding hill, but the kids weren’t out on it yet. About 45 minutes ago, I saw some kids run by with bright plastic sleds. They’re probably there now, shrieking and sliding, but I’m in for the evening, thinking about dinner.