Last night was our first snow fall of any real consequence. I woke and made coffee, leashed up the hounds and headed out. I love the first true snowfall in the morning. Everything has been quieted, muffled, and all of the sharp edges rounded out. It makes everything look clean and shrouded in tiny sparkling jewels. The hard bare earth that was brown yesterday now looks brand new as if freshly unwrapped. We walked in the quiet dawn shuffling down the un-shoveled sidewalks, me in my ridiculous brown hunter cap and the dogs in their even more ridiculous “Look! I’m in a GAP commercial!” sweaters. It’s not my fault, they are small and non shedding and therefore don’t grow winter coats. I have always said I would never be one of those people that dress up their dogs and laugh uproariously while the dog wears a quiet pained look of “Just fucking shoot me now.” I blame the sweaters on genetics. It’s just a coincidence that they happen to be adorable ones.
The snow means that Steve and I can finally bust out the gorgeous new winter boots that the dogs bought us for Christmas and I wrapped up beautifully way back in October only to goad Steve into opening them last month. It also makes me think of hot chocolate and Christmas and wool socks and I like thinking about those sorts of things.
