I want to wash my hands, my face, my hair with snoooooooooooooooooow......

At least the snow is prettier than the ice and mush.  We have lots of it this morning.  Again, David went out, bravely, into the cold harsh world to bring home the bacon.  Well the Turkey Bacon.

These photos are from our patio.  It always looks so inviting during most of the year but with the wind, ice, and snow, we had to take the umbrellas down and put up most of the decor.  I love how the snow looks first thing in the morning, before the sun comes up.  It is so undisturbed and beautiful.  You can barely see the drop off from the patio levels.  Beautiful

All this snow makes me want to sing "Snow (from White Christmas)"

Snow
It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow
Snow
I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow

Snow
I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow
Snow
Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow

Where it's snowing
All winter through
That's where I want to be
Snowball throwing
That's what I'll do
How I'm longing to ski
Through the snow-oh-oh-oh-oh

Those glist'ning houses that seem to be built of snow
Snow
Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow

What is Christmas with no snow
No white Christmas with no snow
Snow

I'll soon be there with snow
I'll wash my hair with snow
And with a spade of snow
I'll build a man that's made of snow
I'd love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye
Go to sleep
And dream
Of snow

 

 

 

Can't you just hear Bing, Rosemary, Danny and Vera singing in the dinning car of their train?  I just love that scene....

 

Stay Warm,

Tiffany