Duncan is loving our first snow of winter. He wasn’t happy when I told him to come back inside, though.
We got our first snow of the season a couple of days ago, which is early around here. Ugh. I prefer artistic representations of snow over the real thing.
Almost five inches (our biggest snowfall since 2015!).
I wasn’t expecting snow on Saturday morning (I guess I didn’t pay attention to the forecast), but it definitely made my commute to work (via bus) picturesque.
[Insert your favourite literary quote about snow here]
It’s way too early for me to be inspired by cold weather or its accoutrements.
Real life snow looks nothing like pristine painting snow…at least not when you live in my neighborhood.
Winter always looks nicer in paintings. Majestic. Charming. Unblemished. Like this:
I’m done trying to fancy up the season with quotes by intelligent, creative dead people. If they were here, they’d probably be annoyed, too.