As snow storms go, the one we received this past Friday night and on into Sunday was half decent. I only say that because neither Nat nor I had to go out in that wonderland of white fluff and a bit of slush from the snow plows. We knew the storm was coming – the Canadian and American news stations had warned of that big system well in advance. So, being the prepared people we are, Nat went for groceries early Friday morning and we were then set for whatever Mother Nature was going to send our way.
After supper, Nat would peek out the little window beside the front door to see what was going on but everything seemed calm and quiet. We started to receive the brunt of this storm closer to 11:00 pm. and when I awoke in the morning I couldn’t believe my eyes. Peeking out the bedroom window our back yard looked like a winter wonderland on a postcard. Mounds of white fluff covered the bridge, decorated the trees and shrubbery like a painting, the shed roof looked like an English thatched cottage but in white and it was very tempting to walk along the back deck and swipe my arm along the rails to watch the beautiful flakes of snow go flying all around. This, alas, was not going to happen, as I couldn’t get out to the back deck as the snow had fallen enough to block the patio doors until Nat was able to blow it away.
With that natural beauty all around, we managed to snap quite a few pictures through the (unscreened) windows for remembrance and I sent some along to my sister-in-law in Britain. This Sunday was especially beautiful with the sun finally beginning to shine through the trees making the snow flakes glitter and the clear blue sky look like glass. Throughout the day I couldn’t help but look out the windows and be in awe. Even our neighbours across the street took advantage of a gorgeous day. Corinne, her hubby and two children had a rip roaring snow fight in their front yard this morning and then shortly after lunch Nat and I could see a fat and jolly snowman begin to take shape, including his top hat. We couldn’t believe our eyes when we looked out after supper and saw this poor gentleman lying in the snow, belly up, as if he’d had one too many “nips”!!
As for our activities, we managed to find a ceiling light for the dining room. We headed into St. Catharines before the storm and over to the lighting store we’ve had success with in the past. This time, too, we were lucky and were directed to a round light fixture that hung from the ceiling and contained green glass plates in each section of the brown panels. Despite the fact it was hard to see the true colour of the glass in that very well-lit store, we were pleased once we opened the box and discovered the colour was perfect for the room. Nat and I have both surprised ourselves at how well we’ve done with the dining room. We’re usually never this successful and now only hope we can finish the master bedroom to the same satisfaction.