Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow....

On this, my birthday eve, I guess I am dreaming of a White Birthday. Not that it's convenient to have snow and slush and ice clogging up the thoroughfares of our fine community. But, I will endeavor to perservere. tee hee.

I do love how fresh everything looks under a new coat of snow. The weeds are invisible. The fairly untidy patio is sparkling. At least for a little while, we can pretend that things are perfect underneath the blanket of white.

I love how the tree branches are highlighted with powdery outlines - crystalline and ethereal - like something from Narnia.

And I love how fresh it seems in the eyes of my girls. How snowball fights are just good plain fun and a snowman doesn't have to be perfect to be perfect.

A long December...

when there's reason to believe maybe next year will be better than the last.... I love Counting Crows - such a mournful voice he has in that song. And yet, it fits my mood once in a while. A little introspective. A little hopeful. Definitely reminiscent of things in the past. That's me.

Could have titled this post something cute about SNOW... since we are enjoying our first blanketing of the white stuff today. The kids LOVED it!