It was a cold, gray Sunday and another family joined ours to eat at a Mexican restaurant after church. Maybe the gray skies and the brown grass made me ultra-sensitive to color. Because when the server brought my usual choice of restaurant beverage–ice water with a lemon wedge–I couldn’t help but notice how my lemon looked so beautifully yellow like a summer sunshine.
I hate to get all philo on you, but it made me think that we should all take the time to stop and enjoy the natural beauty around us. Like the bright yellow that God painted the lemons.
Even the winter grays have such a presence about them, and I’m always admiring the negative space between the bare tree limbs where they meet the sky.
Spike likes the snow.
Princess Buttercup’s school was cancelled for the entire day, and Lefty came home early because of the icy conditions outside.
Snow on our rooftops.
There’s hardly anyone out on the roads, but there is an occasional car that creeps by. Because we live in an area where people come from all over the U.S. to live and work, we often hear people say that they know how to drive in the snow. They are just worried about the “other guy.” Well, those are the people who you have to look out for. In other parts of the country, the roads can be salted/sanded/scraped or whatever. Not so much, here. That’s what “they” are forgetting. And I’m not really worried about someone trying to drive in the snow…I’m worried about those who try to drive and then have to brake!
Anyway, Lefty, Princess Buttercup, and I went outside to take advantage of the snow and ice. Our road is covered in about a half-inch of ice. Our weather people are like, “Don’t drive if you don’t have to. Stay home!” And we will.
Lefty pulls Princess Buttercup and me on the sled.
Snuggles and Spike play in the snow.
Princess Buttercup froze this bubble in the snow.
This big, fat little bird likes the snow…maybe.
Icy road to our south.
Icy roads to our north.
Ice in the woods this afternoon.
So while Boston is languishing under 7 feet of snow, we north Alabamians get another miss. At least where my family lives.
Lefty, Princess Buttercup, and I hope for snow. We dream of snow. We do everything short of praying for snow.
Princess Buttercup’s school was out for President’s Day, yesterday. Every hour or so, she would ask Lefty and me, “Do you think it may snow? Just a little bit?”
We grew tired of reminding her that we really didn’t know, the forecasters didn’t really know, and a snowfall was simply tricky to predict for our part of the state. A friend of ours, who finished school in meteorology, once told me that the conditions had to be “just right” for us to get snow. Something about our altitude, the sunshine, and temperature.
Really, Lefty and I like snow, too. There are lots of adults in our area who enjoy seeing it blanket the dormant, brown grass. It is so beautiful in the woods.
Tonight, according to weather reports, we have another chance to get it.
We’re crossing our fingers.
You can see a little bit snow (of what little we got last night) in this creek.
Happy Valentine’s Day tomorrow, dear Readers!
Today I’m going to help out with Princess Buttercup’s class party. She made her own Valentine’s card box for the party. I helped a little bit with wrapping it in white butcher paper.
Then she dipped the back of her fists in acrylic paint to decorate the box with hand-print hearts. It kinda worked. We had to use our fingers to fill in the hearts and make it look more heart-shaped.
Anyway, I have all of these vintage Valentine’s Day cards that I found in a box of things that I won at an auction in Tennessee. They are circa 1956.
Hope you enjoy them and have a Happy Valentine’s Day!