You remember that snow I complained about not getting yesterday morning? By the time I got half way to work, it began a light dusting type of snow. This continued most of the morning as I watched it out my window.
By noon, it was beginning to come down pretty hard, but the streets weren't slick. I know this because we went out for lunch. Just couldn't stay in. About 2:30, we were informed that the university would close at 3:00. My supervisor came by and suggested that I start on home since I had the longest drive of those who were there.
I didn't wait to be told twice, I shut down my pc and headed home. I made it without incident, and made a pot of Pioneer Woman's Sherried Tomato Soup - minus the Sherry, and fixed some bread like her thyme bread - minus the thyme.
According to the weather, we have 6 inches of snow(it's the funniest thing, every time I try to type the word snow, I accidentally type snot).
Everyone at work was grumpy in a nice way. We all thought we'd get up and be snowed in. So we grumped and complained. But we did get to come home a little early.
We haven't had snow this winter. A little freezing rain, some sleet, but not a good snow. When we didn't have any yesterday morning, we figured we'd missed our last opportunity. We got a nice surprise when the snow didn't turn to freezing rain like we had been told, but instead continued to fall as pretty swirling feathers floating down in the breeze. When I see snow like this, I always think about Frost's Poem -
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-- Robert Frost
Maybe he won't mind that I added it to this post. It is my second favorite poem of all time. Hope you enjoy it
1 comment:
Awesome, I am jealous that you got snow and I did not. But today we are going on a photography class outting. It's cold out there, but hopefully we will get some shots of something I can post about. Check on me later if you have time! Enjoy your wonderful Saturday.
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