As Dean Martin crooned in his 1959 album called Winter Romance, “O the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, so since we’ve no place to go. Let it snow.”
We have about 4 inches so far. The snow is expected to continue until later this evening. It is interesting to notice the landscape change to soft white contours. The little birds can’t find the seeds on the ground and porch. They take turnsor fighting to attack the suet cake for seeds.
I plan on sitting with my husband, John by the fire. and knit another felt animal. I am currently working on a German Shepard.
Even writers need a day of rest once in awhile and Mother Nature is providing it today.
So,”Let it snow, let it snow, Let it snow.”
pure and white,
On my head
and lashes you lite.
One by one,
you pile up.
While others float gently
in the air.
Pathways gone ,
Roads are unseen.
A blanket of snow,