A Flurry Start To The Week.

 A deluge of snow.

Who would have thought that with one afternoon all our hopes of an early end to winter would be dashed? Last week we had temperatures in the upper teens prompting some to parade around in t-shirts and shorts juxtaposed to today, when all that I can see from our kitchen window has been brushed white by flurries of snow and people dressed in many layers.

Not just any snow but proper resistant snow. Sticking snow, snow that needs to be shoveled away. Snow that has its treacherous moments and snow that is wonderfully romantic, scenic and magical.

As much as we moan about the onset of snow, it is still a special moment of a winter's season. What with climate change and so forth, the appearance of snow has been rather sporadic if at all.

Earlier on, Bob had just come home from work early due to this snow, both of us got a fright when we heard heavy pounding atop our ceiling. It sounded as if someone was rolling a bowling ball up there and it took us a moment to decode it. The second of our resident tomcats had taken it upon himself to copy his nemesis and also make a warm and cozy home in our roof. 

It is a delightfully warm place for cats and he must have thought to himself that if his foe could be up there, he could too. Not easy to get in there. An old wooden ladder needs to be ascended first and obviously once he excited into the roof, all hell broke loose. Apparently they aren't into sharing. Gosh, the two of them fought tooth and nail up there and so far we've not heard a peep from atop. Hope they are both still among the living. We'll see when it comes to feeding time.

There is something so wonderful, calming and special about looking out the window onto a snow covered scene while being able to read a nice book, sip a cup of tea and wallow in a warm heated home. Living the good life.

Biggi