Next year, I thought.
Well, imagine my surprise when I woke up Friday morning to snow. LOTS of snow. Nine inches of snow, to be exact. And I wanted nothing more than to stay home and grin out the window at what would probably be the last big snowstorm of the season. But since I had to go in to the city, at six in the morning I donned my winter gear and headed outside to shovel my car out of the rising snow drifts left by the plows and the wind.
The city was not nearly as beautiful as my little slice of the suburbs, and I cursed the fates that had me walking through this:
instead of enjoying my idyllic snow-covered backyard.
But what's a girl to do?
The snow was still there when I got home, and I watched it swirl out the window while I prepped for my weekend. Since David is still away on business, three of my friends came over for dinner Friday night and spent the night and all day Saturday at my house. So, of course, I needed to make things like this:
|Delicious chocolate cake|
The snow stopped just as I finished my cooking and baking, and just before the start of Shabbat. And right before I struck the match to light my shabbat candles, I glanced out the window and watched as the sky began to clear after three days of gray.
Can't argue with a day that begins with snow, and ends with good friends, and a view like this: