It snowed for a few minutes yesterday morning, but for the rest of the day it was cold and dry.
I kind of wanted to go somewhere, but they kept warning that worse weather was on its way. So I stayed in and drank pots of tea and hung out with the puppers and later sauteed some mushrooms and tossed them with noodles and cleaned up the kitchen and read in the bathtub. I put on the big fluffy white robe my mom gave me for Christmas, and we all (the girls and I) headed upstairs to knit. Andy got home a few hours later, and around 10:30 or so we noticed that the night had turned white:
It's all mostly gone this morning. Oh how I love that snowpink night sky. It always reminds me of one time when I was little and we had a perfect snow. In the middle of the night it was so light out you could see everything. We had a new puppy — it must have been Loki (chocolate Lab) — and we took him to the park next door to our house. The snow was so deep and light, and everything was so quiet; our neighborhood was asleep. It was just our family. We all stood in a big circle in the park and he ran from one to the other of us, big ears flapping, big paws thumping, sinking over and over again into the snow, so excited. Snowpink sky reminds me of that night, and my silky brown Loki. Sweetest dog.