Late into the afternoon the snow began to fall in my small northern town...the warnings had been issued, and this tiime the forecasters were correct. By dusk the snow was whirling and swirling around all lampposts and street lights. We could not stop looking as the beauty was so great.
Our neighbor, Lee, called to bring supper over so we scurried around in the kitchen to add a hot cornbread, open several bottles of wine and light the candles.
It was a wonderful way to spend a snowing evening with good conversation, great food and no where to go.
By morning we were treated to eight and a half inches of snow. Philip shoveled while I baked bread.
It is stunningly beautiful.