and from our back porch with the outside light highlighting Jack Frost's artwork.
Right now, all is beautiful and white; its merely an inconvenience to scrap snow off the car; and traveling is not too treacherous. The romance of winter!
It will wear off soon enough - the seasonal equivalent of being the only sober person in the bar at 2 a.m. Blech. The white will become grey, dirty, salt-filled slush; digging the car out of snow and ice - well, a quote from A Christmas Story describes it best - "In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan;" and there is the gut-wrenching, white-knuckled, 30 miles an hour, 68 mile commute over snow and ice, as the car slides around in the grooves of snow, while some idiot is passing everyone (in the unplowed lane, of course) at 60+ mph, to come.
But until then, I'm still giddily enjoying the beginnings of winter.
And for those interested in knitting content, the Noro scarf is slowly progressing to the end - the color changes making the interminable 1x1 rib pattern still tolerable. Pics of a finished scarf soon, I hope.
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