because today, Sunday, I woke up to this. . . .
I'd debated, yesterday, putting off my long run until this morning, assuming the snow would have been washed away by an expected rainfall. But a couple of degrees makes all the difference to how precipitation hits the ground, and there will be no running today.
Fireside. Books. Knitting. Music. . . . and I've even got out my sketchpad and my watercolours.
Poor Pater has to hike down to the dock and shovel snow out of the boat, but he's claiming to enjoy the wintry task. I wonder if he's thinking of digging out his cross-country skis. . . .
I know the island kids will be gleefully throwing themselves down Snowball Hill on whatever slippery apparatus they can find. I remember ours doing the same, only coming in for hot chocolate and a peanut butter sandwich before heading out again, taking advantage of every minute of what they knew to be Winter's Finest Gift.
For me, that gift is permission to get cozy indoors and enjoy the view.
Happy Sunday! Happy Winter. . . .Hope you're staying cozy too!