Wishing for the snow, that is.
I know Randall doesn't love it.
And by tomorrow, when there's a chance I'll have to drive in it, I may be agreeing with him...
But for today, I'm just loving the snow.
The first snowfall in The Field is an awe inspiring thing of beauty.
Especially when one can watch it falling outside from the gas-fired comfort of one's new red love seat on the inside.
It was a good day for watching "Love Actually".
And baking bread.
And eating soup for supper, even if it came from a can.
I think he may have even pulled out the Christmas decorations for me. I might get started on that tomorrow afternoon.
Snow... lights... fire... cup of tea...
A perfect almost December evening.