This is the view this morning from my bedroom door into the screen porch and beyond.
It’s not unusual to get snow here. It’s also not unusual to get none. It’s been nearly two years since our last, so this was sweet.
It’s supposed to snow all morning, then resume in the afternoon after an brief period of rain. (A snow day! The little boys next door are gonna have a blast.)
I love this room. I love this spot on this planet. I love ferns bowed down with snow and snow clinging to screens and stone walls. I love this house. It’s so very worth all the surprises, adventures, and creative cussing of its endless reconstruction.