A Little Snow

Yesterday’s rain gradually turned into snow, and the excitement in this cross-country-ski-family’s house was clearly heard.  I had promised to take Elias out on a little date for supper, so I didn’t hole up and begin the hibernation season as I usually do.  I tasted the most horrible chicken pot pie I have ever encountered, and had the privilege of being with Elias who talks your head off when you get him alone.  I heard all the deep thoughts going on in his mind, mostly pertaining to his upcoming birthday.

When the snow started falling, Solveig and I were in the kitchen and I told her to look outside.  She lit up and said, “Can I tell everyone else?” so she was excited to make the big announcement.  Though this morning, the first thing she said when she woke up was, “There wasn’t enough snow.”

More will come this weekend.  We may not see grass for awhile now.  It’s good timing, though.  The roses have been tucked under their winter bed of leaves, although I never got around to planting the garlic in the garden like I wanted to.  We got Missy’s doghouse all ready for winter and she’s relaxing just fine in there, during the day at least.  At night she still likes to brave the wind and stand guard in the yard.  It’s just her way.  As we joke, this livestock guardian is more livestock than dog.  It’s her instinct.

I’m beyond words with excitement that hibernation season is here.  I may be in the minority, but I just hope it stays.  It makes me want to bake up a storm and fill the house with the smell of pumpkin bread and chai tea.