The storm is bad enough that school was canceled for the day, and I'm home with my boys. Even though they devoted a large-ish portion of the day to napping, I'm glad to be home with them. Charlie did help me make the meatballs for the spaghetti sauce, and Eamon topped the pizzas we made for lunch. Right now, he and a friend are walking over to the little country store that's about a mile away to get some half & half so I can make some hot cocoa when they get back.
I have been trying to catch up on my Christmas knitting, which is not going as smoothly or as rapidly as I had hoped. And no, I can't show you any photos because I don't want to spoil any surprises.
But I can show you some photos of how lovely my neighborhood is when it snows. I just love it here this time of year. There is a little lake just up the road from my house, although we refer to it as The Duck Pond. One of the hurricanes took out the tree that used to shade the benches, but it is still a lovely, tranquil spot. And yes, sometimes I do go there in the nice early summer or warm fall weather and enjoy the view while I knit.
The neighborhood is very quiet right now. No cars, no landscapers zooming around or running their equipment to spoil the stillness. Just the occasional bird, or the sudden rustle and tussle of squirrels chasing each other. It is exactly the kind of winter day I love. Quiet, peaceful, and beautiful.
It makes me feel so lucky to have this view from my desk. I just want to sit here and enjoy it until the sun sets and brings a close to the day.