An early winter.
I am in denial. It's the morning of first winter storm. I sit under my covers pretending the green grass blanketed by white snow is just an illusion. I check the Ipad, no school, bummer, another summer day lost in my book. On a regular school day, my soon needs a bomb to wake him up. But not today! All except for my newly ordained teenager is wide awake. The dog begins his daily nudge, begging me for his morning bowl of kibble. Peter follows next, engaged in his frantic search for his winter gloves. I look at the clock seeing that it's only 6:15. He is showing me one red glove and one black, both righties. Hmmm, I wonder if I am the only one woefully unprepared for the first winter storm. I may have candles and flashlights ready, but my unpreparedness comes yearly for this first burst of snow. No one's winter boots fit, except for mine that have a hole in them. The wind blows me back in as I open the door. Pete is feverishly pushing snow around the yard while Kate slumbers cuddled up with old Gunther cat next to her. I snap a few shots of my snow angel knowing that this will be a short lived snowfall. I head bundled up to town to capture a few photos and I don't make it very far. Walking down the hill at Rivendell, the rain starts. Hot chocolate begins to linger in my mind and I turn for home realizing that winter does have a plus side. My pace has slowed me down abet briefly, to sit back with hot cocoa in hand. Enjoy it for what it's worth.
11/8/2012 05:20:07 am
The pumpkins are my favorite. You somehow captured their personalities too!
11/12/2012 12:26:28 am
Peter CANNOT take a bad picture!
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