NPR said at 6am "Philadelphia public schools are closed" Woohoo! So I shut the radio off, turned over and slept for another three hours.
But look how beautiful it is.
I love the seasons of my back yard. The snow is thick and powdery. Mr. El and his helper had already shoveled in front of my house so I didn't have to do that. I need to pick up some more salt this weekend though. . .
One thing I've wanted to see from the moment I moved in is snow on the tree. I love snow on evergreens. The cedar trees by the museum last night were heavy with snow, just gorgeous.
It will be 27° today so the snow will last a bit. It's soft and powdery, like a down blanket thrown over the entire neighborhood.
Jacques, of course had to inspect things, forgetting that he doesn't like the snow. He did widdle on my porch and left me a nice little yellow pile of scraped-up snow.
He followed me to the shed to see what I was up to - telling me all the while how much he didn't like the snow on his paws and making the dogs absolutely nuts.
Aren't they cute? That's Girlie in the middle with her cute ears.
In a complete non-sequitur: I am thrilled that Daschle stepped aside. I was feeling a bit down with that scandal and thought, well, here we go again - nothing's going to change. I'm so glad that it is.
Painting the kitchen today - stay tuned.