We woke to snowfall this morning,
the kind that weeps gently from the sky.
It was glorious.
I looked at the view from my window
and was itching to get out amongst it all.
Mr. H, Miss Claire and I walked to town
to pick up the weekend paper
I just love these houses, anytime of year.
Miss Claire left us to visit friends
as the postman passed on his morning route.
With our newspaper in hand, packages posted
and library books deposited we walked home,
slowly and peacefully.
Looks like a white Christmas from here :)
How about you?