After the harrowing ride home yesterday - no; not due to slippery conditions but more to do with overly cautious drivers (which isn't a bad thing, really) - which took me well over an hour and a half, I was pretty much done with it...no matter how pretty it is...and it IS pretty, I'll give you that...
|My yard this morning|
|Seriously?! This is a LOT of snow for Texas!|
I assume hell must have frozen over. And dusted the palm trees.
Then we chatted about the improbability of us both having snow at the same time.
I remember the first time I actually saw it snowing after we moved here. I was SO very excited. Having come from Texas, this was a dream come true. Dragging my New York born husband from the shower, I exclaimed over how pretty it was - he, soaking wet, wasn't as enthusiastic as I.
But today, as the snow continued to come down, I grumbled a little, "I've got far to much to do for this inconvenience..." but deep down inside, I marveled at how the world looked like a snow globe. And realized, I have reached that point where I can still revel in the beauty and at the same time carp about the inconvenience.
But still...it's awfully pretty.
And, with any luck, the sun will come out tomorrow and the streets will be clear.