I come from farmers and cattlemen, even though you have to go back to my maternal grandfather to find the first one. I love visiting the flat where our family lived for several generations. And even though I'm terrified of cattle and horses, I still participate in my own versions of round-up rodeos. Some days it's clothes, other days it's poems (saving that for a future slice), and yesterday . . . it was snow stuff!
You see, we've had more than our share of the white stuff grace our lawns this winter, with much of it coming in November and December. I started collecting snow stuff because I love a good snow day (although they don't have the same charm now that I'm retired). And scattering my snow stuff around the house after Christmas makes me happy.
Last week, my hair salon cancelled my much-needed appointment when we had snow. Granted, I live in the Pacific NW. It doesn't take much snow for things to grind to a halt. So I've been especially apprehensive about the predicted snow for last night and today. That's why I had to resort to a round-up yesterday.
And it worked!
Here's the snow that greeted us this morning.