It snowed all day and night yesterday, and into the morning today. When we woke up, there was over a foot on the ground. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else at this time of year.
A big snowfall feels so Christmas-y. Plus, there's a tree in my house. It smells wonderful, and I love seeing the lights from outside when we are coming back from evening chores and it's just starting to get dark.
Baking all afternoon warmed up the house real nice, too. Apparently, though, it's not quite warm enough for Rose of Sharon, who needs an extra quilted layer even right next to the fire. We all welcome winter in our own way, I suppose.