We had a long, slow, tender snowfall yesterday.
It began in the night, softly blanketing the hills and trees while we slept. It carried on throughout the day.
Chickens fled, fearful of harsh Winter.
Sometimes, oh yes, sometimes She can be quite cruel.
But this was a gentle snow.
Even a bit remorseful. Trying to make up.
It was a Saturday. No school, no activities, no driving on scary roads.
And it was as if Winter knew….
….that She was welcome…..
….on the weekend.