A Snowy Start

A dusting on the roofs this morning

There's a certain silence that snowfall brings with it.  Unless there's a howling wind, the flakes fall noiselessly and muffle all other sounds.  I heard that, or maybe--felt that---in the wee hours of the morning.  I suspected snow was falling, but I was too warm in my nest to get out of bed and actually look.

The flat roof down the street and my neighbor's grill

So I was not surprised, when I did get up around 7:30, to see the roofs along the street wearing an under-slip of white.  There were a few errant flakes blowing about, but the sun was pushing its way through the clouds.  Whatever snow there was wouldn't last long.  So I grabbed the camera, even before grabbing a cup of freshly made coffee.

Care package from the States

                         I did have to go out, and I knew it would be chilly.  I needed to go to the post office to retrieve a package and I needed to swing by my favorite market vendor to get some eggs.  I bundled up in layers--I no longer own a heavy winter coat, and find that on the rare occasions that I do have to go out in the cold, the layering process works well enough.  

My package was a delightful surprise---who knew I would be so thrilled to see Jell-O?  I can feel that grated carrot--sunshine salad coming on.   Or a can of Libby;s pumpkin?  I am torn between making a pie right now or saving it "for a special occasion."  I do know that at a cost of over $63 to ship it here, I should find some edible gold to sprinkle on both the Jell-O and the pie!

Batch of Morning Glories

I remember always baking on days back on the East Coast when we would be snowed in--cinnamon rolls or brownies or cookies of some sort.  Hot chocolate, cribbage games,and steamed over windows celebrated the day. I won't  have that, and I am not exactly snowed in, but having completed my outdoor errands, I can enjoy the rest of the day in my snug and warm apartment.  Most of the Morning Glories are in the freezer, but there are one or two left for a cup of tea this afternoon.  There is leftover chicken and the last cheese blintz in the fridge, so I am snug, and content.  

Last of the cheese blintzes--for lunch, perhaps