No snow here! Even though It’s that time of year, somehow it hasn’t happened yet. But we can still dream can’t we? Of a snowy afternoon, in front of the fire? After all, remember, “Reality is something you rise above!” (This is one of my favorite sayings, right up there with “we’re the normal ones.”) Even if you don’t like snow, even if you moved to Hawaii to get away from it, you have to admit, it sure looks pretty!
Plenty of snow here in this little painting I did of my house; my favorite kind of snowfall, the big, fat, slow-moving (or in this case, stopped) flakes. That’s what I like about painting, you can make it snow all you want! Who cares about reality!
Here’s our back yard in the snow this time last year! Not only looks pretty, but it smells wonderful, cold and fresh.
Snow coming down outside our kitchen door. Coming in to a warm house is wonderful too.
Playing in the snow a few years back — makes cheeks pink.
The path in front of our house, clean, pristine, untouched snow.
The holly trees out back, bowed down with wet snow.
Apples for the squirrels . . . beyond is our picket fence garden and the house next door, with sunrise reflecting on it.
Big windy nor’easter’s blow snow in every direction and turns the garden into a twinkling white fairy world. Walt Disney couldn’t do it one bit better than this.
Last year, our shutters were off the house — Joe was painting them in the barn . . . you couldn’t tell where the snow ended and our house began — it looked like a square snowball.
Joe took this photo of me running through the snow for the picture we used on the back of my first Christmas Book.
The lights are a reflection from our Christmas tree across the room. I took this photo of snowy holly trees through the living room window.
I’m afraid this is the closest we’re going to get to snow this Christmas . . . the powdered-sugar “snow” covered chocolate tree cake I’ll be making for Christmas dinner!