Well, it started at about 2:00 and it's still coming down.
Yesterday I was enjoying our 60 degree temperatures.
Glad I took the time to fill the birdfeeders.
As you can see the front porch is already covered with a layer of sparkling white... snow white... beauty.
This is our first (and quite possibly last) snowfall of the season.
Always a camera worthy event for us here in the south.
When Brett got home from work we started up the fireplace and sat down to talk before dinner.
Not long after we sat down he received an S.O.S. call from a co-worker who was stranded in the snow. Seems his little sports car didn't want to do anything but spin it's wheels, so off Brett went to help him out.
I'm keeping the home fires burning until he returns.
Sometimes the northerners poke fun at the way things seem to come to a screeching halt here when the snow begins to fly. That's not really fair because it is mainly due to the fact that there aren't the same amount of plows and other snow removing devices here. With so little snowfall it isn't necessary.
To my way of thinking there's nothing more appealing on a cold snowy day than a nice hot bowl of homemade soup.
Tonight it will be white bean and ham.
A nice piece of crusty bread to go with the soup.
When I began blogging I was constantly running across posts about the famous artisan bread made in a dutch oven. So glad I finally tried it. It's so easy and soooo scrumptious. It does require some advanced planning, but is well worth it. Do you make it?
If not, I highly recommend it.
Well, now all I need is Brett and we can warm our tummies and then get back to warming up in front of the fire. Maybe a little hot chocolate for dessert?
I know so many of you are dealing with serious cold and snow. I hope you are all managing to keep warm and cozy.