Being snowbound for four days is not my idea of fun, but it’s been great for working on my novel. We had ice for three days, making it difficult to walk from the house to the mailbox, and now there is a blanket of snow layered on top of it, but I couldn’t resist venturing out to snap a few photos. Was it worth the frozen fingertips and falling on my rear in front of all the early risers shoveling their driveways this morning? Yes.
Our elm tree leaves have curled up around the edges, forming miniature cups, perfect for catching cotton-sized snowballs in their centers. A bowl full of snow is resting in my chiminea’s chimney, and I can’t wait to add a little sugared milk and vanilla to it to make snow ice cream.
A cup of cocoa while working on ways to improve my manuscript with my critique group via phone conference this afternoon, and a warm fire this evening will be the perfect end to a wonderful winter day.