I've always loved the sight of falling snow and maybe it's because I don't live somewhere like IL where they've had enough snow this season to last them until Jesus comes back, probably. Growing up in the piedmont of NC, getting snow was a treat and usually meant being out of school and getting to enjoy it from the comfort of my own home with my family. I know that's not the way it is up north...and I'm sure that has something to do with my attitude toward snow. But it is what it is. And I'm totally digging the fact that this all started about 10am today and has.not.stopped. It's now almost 5pm and it's still coming down. We had a few pockets where it eased up a little or trickled down to almost nothing briefly, but for the most part, it has dumped about 2.5 to 3 inches in our "neck of the woods". And counting!
It amazes me how different a town or neighborhood can look after snow has fallen. On the way home from work today around 2:30pm, I was noticing that. Things that ordinarily are dark and maybe not so noticeable suddenly catch your eye. That patch of woods that doesn't really look that big? The snow reveals just how far back it goes! And everything seems so quiet...the neighborhood is just tucked in tight by this clean, fresh blanket of snow. I took a short video of our backyard as the snow was falling...so quiet...
Of course, I took some pictures, too, because, after all, this is a "first" for our "new" house (that's not as new as before, but new nonetheless) and it has to be documented! :) Beautiful...