New pictures of the snow. And since my TV isn’t working as the Dish is covered in snow, are those stupid TV people acting like we all are dead or something? Criminy, it’s just snow, we’ve always had plenty of it here. This snap just cracks me up. Those lumps are our table and chairs that sit on the front porch.
This next one is just the front of the house. Rump-shaking Santa is about covered up, poor thing, just his little hands are above the snow trying to get help. I forgot to get a snap of that, sorry!
The males in this house didn’t get out soon enough and decorate, so I avoided the banned outdoor decorations and got a santa who shakes his hinder instead. The snow is seriously slowing him down, but he is just as tacky and cute as he could be. At this point, and I don’t have updated pictures, Santa’s butt has quit moving, the snow is up over his hinder.
The teenager out shoveling snow. This was early on in the snowstorm. Normally I have better pictures, but said teenager took my digital camera up to his dad’s house and left it there, so my camera on my cell phone had to do.
What does this have to do with perfume? Not a thing, except I have on En Avion, and it is gloriously suited for this kind of cold… it makes me feel confident and strong and warm as the chill winds blow. Like the snow that covered up what had been shoveled away so quickly today, En Avion reminds me of the promise that I can always start again, rich with my history, but not burdened by it.
There is a beauty in a fresh snowfall of ginormous proportions. We can barely open our doors, it’s over a foot now, with more to come. When Buddy ran out the back door, he just sunk in the snow. Of course, he is gloriously happy, but still overjoyed when I let him back in. A fresh snow before Christmas, I’m just happier’n a pig in slop.