The storm that swept through the midwest Friday and went on to bury Washington D.C. has left my little part of the world a winter wonderland. We have about ten inches of snow here, and thanks to my wonderful husband who shovels it by hand and our wonderful neighbor who frequently shows up to plow out our driveway with his truck, I can mostly just sit here and enjoy its beauty, rather than having to do the backbreaking work of shoveling it myself.  I had to work at the ER last night, so I had to get out and drive in it, but I really have to admit I find driving in snow something of an adventure. It’s as close to living on the edge as I really want to be. I’m aware that I probably wouldn’t like it at all if I’d ever had an accident because of the snow…

Thanks to a low census undoubtedly due to the weather, I was privileged to come home after only 8 hours last night, and got to experience the adventure again, along with the deep peace that driving along in the dark with the countryside all silver and white, with snowflakes swirling all around me. It didn’t get at all scary until I reached my own road, which hadn’t been blessed by the snowplow since the afternoon. Getting into the garage from the driveway, which had drifted over somewhat, was a challenge too, but I made it, so I said a prayer of thanks and went to bed early!

I’d really prefer the glories of spring, but as long as it must be winter, let it snow! Do you like the snow? Write and let me know.

Blessings, Laurie