I woke to a Winter Wonderland, Central Texas style (translation: an inch or so of snow)
Not quite enough to cover the rocks, but hey, you northern people, don't laugh! It's like icing on a cake, and you know, icing makes everything taste better! Or in this case, look better… and also justifies freezing our tushies in those teens temps.
It was a surprise to see the world of white out my window when I finally awoke; when I went to bed – and it was pretty late by then – we'd gotten nothing but some sleet and frozen rain.
Tom and I stayed snuggled under the covers for awhile this morning (because the house was so dang cold!), entertained by coverage on the television of adventurous drivers slippin' and slidin' on the highways, until it hit me FIRST that the dogs were still in my laundry room past their potty time and SECOND the snow wouldn't last all day so I better get my rear-end out there and enjoy it while it lasted.
So I did.
I threw on some clothes, started the coffee brewing, and headed off on a walk with the puppies to work on my Snowy Day list. (Bless their hearts, they had managed to "hold it", if you know what I mean…)
As far as my walk went, two out of three isn't bad. (See yesterday's post, if you're wondering what the heck I'm talking about… )
1) Catching delicate flakes on my tongue: The snow had stopped, but the wind played housekeeper, dusting the snow flakes off of the roof and leaves. It was tricky, but I managed to catch several on my tongue.
2) Make snow angel: I took advantage of the dogs running off into the woods after something to lie down on our road and move my arms up and down. When I tried it with them nearby, well, forget it. This might not be the best snow angel around, but it's mine…
3) Build a snowman: I confess, I forgot about this one at first. It was after my camera battery had died and had to be recharged, and I went out for a second round of snow that I ventured to build a snowman. Right away I realized two things: first, there wasn't enough snow left, and second, my hands were really, really cold and it wasn't fun. So no snowman. Sorry.
Not really. I'm actually not sorry. My hands were really, really cold, dang it, and I could tell it wasn't going to be a pretty snowman – too much mud and dirt getting mixed up in the snow. But Tom grabbed one of the sections (pretty much a snowball) and stuck it in the freezer as a reminder of the Storm of '11.
So there.
Instead, I took a photo of my vintage '80 snow boots in the snow…
And here are a few more shots from my walks in the snow today. I'll post more tomorrow on Confessions…
Belle meets Snow...
More of Belle and Max…
Long Hollow 
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