Very, very early on Saturday morning we awoke to the silent, gentle fall of snow, barely visible in the dim light, and our valley soon became transformed into it's own little winter wonderland. It doesn't snow here very often, and some years not at all. But this year we've been blessed with not just one downfall, but two, and barely a week apart. I don't think we ever really tire of it though. Funny to think that I'd never seen snow until five years ago. Perhaps that explains my child-like excitement.
Soccer was cancelled, but not before a shorts-clad-all-dressed-for-soccer-boy had been out playing in the snow. The kids rolled the snow into big balls and made their first proper snowman. Our snowman stayed intact the rest of that icy cold, windy day and only melted on Sunday with it's bright Spring-like sunshine. He did look quite the sight though, when his head fell off.
I couldn't help but think of this song. Oh, I do love you Bing.
And now, this overcast Monday morning, I'm sipping on my coffee, thinking about inserting a zipper into the dress I made on the weekend (I promise to show you later) and wondering if I will have time to cast on for my Tea Leaves. Because there is always so much to do on a Monday, isn't there?
I'm hoping your week is off to a very good start.