Whether We Were Dreaming of it or Not...

This is the view down our street this morning.

And here is our house.

Another shot of our house.

We are definitely going to have a white Christmas this year! In addition to the six inches we got last week, yesterday we got at least another 8 inches. It snowed all day. And the forecast is predicting more snow on Christmas afternoon. Jumble and I spent at least an hour shoveling and snowblowing yesterday. It would have taken a lot longer than that without the snowblower! We were out there while it was still coming down because if we had waited for it to stop, we would have had an even bigger job. I don't think the snowblower handles much more than six inches at a time. I went shopping in the morning--it was a crazy time--the roads were horrible at that point. But I survived. One good thing about the cold--I went to three different stores and even though I purchased milk at the first stop, I didn't have to take it home. It sat in my trunk for almost two hours without any worry that it would get too warm in there. Two hours in a trunk in Arizona would have meant cottage cheese (maybe not quite cottage cheese in December, but I definitely couldn't have left it in the trunk that long without it going sour.)

Although I am not a person that loves snow, I have always admitted it is very pretty--photos and paintings are just fine with me, though. I don't feel the need to experience it in person. However, if we just didn't have to go anywhere and could stay warm and cozy in our houses, I wouldn't mind it at all.

One white Christmas of my youth that I remember was when I was about thirteen years old. When we went to bed on Christmas Eve, it was cold but there was no snow on the ground. We woke up in the morning to at least a foot of snow blanketing everything and there were still huge lacy flakes floating down. That felt pretty magical. My grandparents and aunt had come from Arizona to visit that year and were staying at my uncle's house, who lived around the block from us at the time. So a few hours later, we ventured out to walk around the block to visit them. The sun had come out and everything sparkled and there were no ugly tire tracks or anything in the street since it was Christmas morning so everyone was at home with their families. Pristine white snow as far as the eye could see. It was very quiet and peaceful. The snow was incredibly deep--we couln't even tell where the sidewalk ended and the street began, until we would accidentally step off the edge and sink 3 inches deeper than we were expecting. That was a fun Christmas.