Well, the weatherman was right for a change...we have our first snow of the season and I can't remember when I saw snow on the ground last. I guess that's why I try to write in my blog daily...because I can't remember things as well as I used to and this is like a running diary of my thoughts, for each day.
Right now, with the help of the porch light, I can only see less than an inch of snow on the ground...a mere dusting. The snowflakes falling are beautiful and it is so peaceful....not a sound....so quiet that you can almost hear, the falling of each snowflake, as it kisses the ground.
Since it's the weekend, I hope we get a deep snow, but that's wishful thinking on my part, since the weatherman only forcasted one inch accumilation, at best. Since my brother has that new snowblower they bought last year...thats never been used....maybe it'll snow 10 or 12 inches over there in Western Kentucky....on second thought, I heard Laurel mention something about thawing out a roast that she had frozen....so I suspect she is planning a big meal, with guests, for the weekend and a snow would not fit into their plans.....especially a deep snow.