The greatest snow on Earth
I know to you Southerners this looks like misery personified, but I have to tell you, these 16 or so inches, our own personal “Snowmaggedon” as the newspaper dubbed it, were nothing but fun.
The drifts were three feet high in some places, which means we now have an entire city of snow caves dotting our yard.
More than anything, the blessing of this blizzard weekend was that we were gifted with two whole days together as a family. We had a packed schedule planned: errands, parties, church assigments and the like, but as the world shut down, we retreated into our home. We consumed more hot chocolate and apple crisp than is probably healthy. We did a bit if crafting, some stringing of popcorn and cranberries, some organizing and online ordering. In the darkness we lit candles and sang and played Christmas songs.
And yes, we spent many hours digging our way to the street. (“Dad, we’re the only ones on our street without a snowblower!”) But even that was fun, working the land and hauling the snow like settlers from an earlier era.
These two days that unfolded in such a languid, unexpected manner–they may be my favorite Christmas gift of the year.