Saturday, I shoveled snow for the first time in 8 years. I have missed the snow since I moved to Kentucky in 2000 and was very excited to shovel. About 3 scoops in, however, my lower back aching, I decided I didn't miss it as much as I thought. Today, looking out my window, I would say we have about 6 inches on the ground. Even though it is March and I am anxious for spring, the snow was a wonderful treat.
Our dear friend Josh came over and, after filling their bellies with chili, he and Roy worked for hours building their version of Cthulhu, one of H.P. Lovecraft's characters.
They came inside, frozen, looking for coffee, hot chocolate, and maybe a little bourbon.
Sophie sat by the window watching the action and eating goldfish.
And she read.I laid on the couch reading the Fodor's Guide to N. California, as I prepare this July's bachelorette party for my best friend, Carrie.
I also took advantage of this day, Sophie's 18 month birthday, to photograph her in all of her growing, precocious self.The day was perfection. Sunday looks to be on target to be another, amazing, wonderful day.