I am all set with my cup of tea, ready to hunker down to some of the last bits of desk work before leaving for Thailand Sunday night. But I make my tea by the window, and I can see the morning sky getting all special. So I put on my coat and boots and stand in the fresh dawn for a bit.
Yesterday's snowfall was, shall we say, significant. We did three separate shoveling stints in various configuration of teams, between Ken and myself, and also David and Jamie (the downstairs tenant/friend in the main house). At least it wasn't heavy. And it actually felt good to get outside and move around.
I was grateful to be among those who did not have to venture out yesterday, able to just stay home and off the roads like everyone was encouraging us to do. Have I mentioned how cozy and heat-efficient our new little house is? There's that fabulous moment of stepping back into the house after the last bit of shoveling, fingers all numb, and being welcomed back in all toasty.
By this morning things are moving pretty well again, although with a forecast of another 3-7 cm beginning this afternoon, I think. Never mind. We can handle that.
But that's for later anyways. Right now, the sky is reminding me of things glorious and beautiful and free.
I am glad to get out and take these pictures to show to the kids when I get there. They are always so fascinated with the snow.
Three more full days left. Best warm up that cup of tea and get down to these last items on the list. Grateful for such a strong sense of God's care and presence through some unexpected things this week. Curious to see what these next weeks will bring. Not a lot of snow, I'm thinking.
Happy Friday everyone.
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