What a beautiful Groundhog Day morning…
Handsome and I slept in just a touch,
the perfect end to a sweet, fun Saturday together.
We carried mugs of perfect coffee outside for a quick little Hot Tub Summit,
when the ground was still bare and the skies still clear, if dim and gray.
As we soaked our bones and reflected on our dose of weekend romance,
the snow flirted with us and cast a delicate snow globe spell.
That muffled silence… I just love it.
Then suddenly the winds whipped up.
It sliced through our faces, ending Hot Tub Summit pretty quickly.
We sprinted the twenty yards or so from the hot tub to the kitchen door
And changed happily into warm, comfy clothes. Nowhere to travel today.
I should mention here that Handsome volunteered to do
every bit of the animal feeding today.
This is extra luxurious for yours truly.
In just minutes the snowy flirtation progressed to a full on assault.
The farm quickly dressed herself in white, every surface rapidly accumulating
piles of broad, fluffy snowflakes.
Absolutely beautiful.
I’m not the least bit discouraged by the groundhog’s wintry prediction today.
This “six more weeks” business is no problem.
Spring will descend in her perfect time, in her gentle ways.
Until then, there are seeds to order and books to read.
There is cuddling to do and love to enjoy.
We have six more weeks to count the blessings of this past season.
Happy snowy Sunday, friends. Especially those of you here in Oklahoma with us.
