When the snow really comes down–well, for how much it ever really snows in Utah–
at least when there is enough to blanket the ground and the trees and the bushes…
I love to go out and stand in the quiet and just turn slowly and look at how beautiful it all is.
It’s like a funny, magical, lovely miracle that I am here, in this place at this time of my life. Sometimes I just stand there for a while, allllll alone and let it take my breath away.
But then I remember, the other sweetness is that we’re never, any of us, ever completely alone…
I came out to take a video of the beautiful snow coming down and sweet little Shayah came out to join me. Apparently, her Russian constitution makes her very brave in all that snow.
I positively adore that when it snows at my place…
it makes everything look so Christmasy.
Like I’ve been whisked away to a ski lodge high up in the mountains.
The backyard is an untouched wonderland…
and the shed looks positively buried.
Apparently some creature has found it’s way here. Dog? Cat? Raccoon? The mailman?
We’ll never know.
Here’s hoping the white stuff stays til Christmas.
Not a ton, yet…but I’ll take it.
So, this house is exactly 9 minutes from my daughter’s house and she didn’t get any snow that stuck.
You know what I think?
I think my little house is magical.