Best thing that can be said is that it's not April 1st.
Woke up to some beautiful, soft, giant snowflakes floating down to form the lightest champagne powder blanket of the season. The last snowstorm from Wednesday morning is still around - unusual for us.
It's so John Denver's Aspenglow I want to cry. Grew up with that christmas song. Can't get it out of my head.
And I'm okay with that.
Breakfast was a beautiful blend of my favorites: slow-cooked bacon with maple syrup, roasted & pan-fried rosemary herb-toasted crunchy fingerling potatoes, cinnamon french toast and eggs over easy fried up in a touch of BAY-KON!
It's mornings like this that send me into a nostalgic tizzy (and clog the arteries).
This afternoon I was reading Max a christmas story from a cool book Grampa & Gramma sent a few years back. It's a well-illustrated set of Scandinavian winter tales by Jan Brett and is a wonderful way to get in the holiday spirit. Tradition, outdoors, snow, beauty.
I tell ya, when I used to get plastered and pass out with that Russian spy, transgender hooker and cocaine needle in my arm (or is that heroin?) back in College, I never thought things would end up like this.
I'm grateful.
Posted by BilFish at December 2, 2006 09:14 PM