See the various hats, gloves, and assorted winter garb stacked around the headlines from the local Tidewater paper. It says "buried" in case you did not read it correctly. That's right, this area of Virginia received more snow on December 26th than it has in more than 20 years. I also heard this storm was the third strongest on record.
The jackets hung on chairs in hopes of getting dry. "All this hoopla over some snow", says Benjamin Franklin.
More shoes lined up in the mud room.
Hats and scarves corralled in the bin waiting for the next time someone has to venture out into the great white.
Blankets, comforters, snugglies, and pillows are piled high into a chair. Waiting for the next victim of the frozen outside to come in need of warmth.
"Okay, whose big idea was this anyway?" I am standing in fear and horror trying to gain the courage to go down the "stairs of death". At this point, these stairs are nothing but ice. Dangerous and scary, I tell you, but ya know what makes me come back to the bright side and know this was so very worth it?
When I trapse across the frozen walkway sliding and nearly killing myself....do you want to know what reminds me "why I crave snow"???
I get scenes like this to etch into my brain. I know how truly blessed I really am.
This is Home Girl and it's all good with me.