It's snowing! The first real winter snowfall. We woke up to plows going by in the wee hours of the morning. The snow is thick and wet and heavy. The chickens are not amused in the least, but it sure is beautiful. There's something about a snowfall, no matter how not ready you are, that makes you want to curl up with a wool blanket, a good book, and a hot cup of tea...even if you're not ready to put the swimsuits away yet.
As my eyes slowly opened this morning, all I could think of was that cup of tea and that book. But today it's another day of work. And that's okay too. But there's tea...there's always tea.
And, because remembering is good, here's some film shots from a little late summer picnic we had in the woods with friends.
Happy Thanksgiving, my friends. I hope you all have a good one. xo.