Sunday

I love waiting for a storm and having it be a wonderful one.




Middle and I love the word thundersnow.




The boys had finished shooting, supplies had been procured.




Cold-weather food had been prepared.




The storm started very early in the morning and was not a disappointment.




But you probably know that.

And we, in our cozy house?
We sat by the fire and played cards




and watched movies and had chili




and took a nose-dive into the deepest snow we've probably ever seen.




This morning, the boys dug out and we had Irish steel-cut oats.










The house is silent, sound-proofed by a couple of feet of snow over and around us.
There is no traffic outside and only the sound of our neighbor's snow blower and shovels.

And it is all the things I love.