Last week several area school boards decided to add this year’s unused snow days onto the upcoming spring and summer breaks. In an ironic twist of fate, Mother Nature decided to start dusting the ground with the white stuff just as the school buses began to roll this morning. Ninety minutes later, the ground and streets are covered, schools have delayed their opening for two hours and I am positioned across from the French doors watching the snow fall. 
At first the flakes were tiny but over time have become fluffy. The forecast calls for warming temperatures this afternoon with the snow changing to rain but not before we accumulate “one, couple-three” inches. I would be so content to sit here at the kitchen table, savoring each moment of this snowy day, maybe putting a pot of soup on the stove to simmer or baking some bread. That is my idea of the perfect snow day.
My fantasy doesn’t include what I have on my agenda – a trip to the gym to continue building up my endurance with Lorenzo. At least I won’t have to decide what to do to warm up this morning – the driveway will need clearing – all sixty feet of it!
I suppose I could pretend that I am playing in the snow…
I’ll let you know how that works out! ……
….. Andy and I worked for about an hour in shovelling, the snow falling almost as fast as we could get it moved. Once we realized we weren’t making any headway, we threw in the towel. I called Lorenzo and the gym to let them know I was taking a pass on my workout today. Then, I looked out at the driveway….
Here’s what it looked like a few minutes ago… Almost no evidence of our effort. Oh, and by the way, the two hour delay of school has been upgraded to closure for the day. I love the snow, but I especially treasure a snow day!