Isn't that scene just gorgeous? This is how I like snow these days, looking out a window, with the sun shining bright, and I don't have to go out into it. Well luckily we don't have any snow here right now, other than a dusting from a week ago. (What's the snow situation with you CK?) M is disappointed that she won't have a white Christmas, I'm just thankful I don't have to try and walk on or drive on any ice. I know it's a sign of getting older when snow no longer brings me the joy it once did because I now have to worry about slipping on ice and breaking something. I fall at least a couple of times each winter, usually off the edge of our back stairs. It doesn't feel good and it takes a long time for the bruises to heal. I know it's only a matter of time before I break something, so I'm ever more careful in winter, I probably salt the deck and steps more than necessary out of extreme caution.
Another thing I do in winter is bake. Oh sure, I'll bake the occasional pan of cookies throughout the year, but winter baking is different. It's an all day event, there are breads and cookies and decorating, and wrapping, and arranging baskets of goodies for the various individuals. I spent all day yesterday baking for the first batch of people and when I get done here, I'll start on the second group of people I'm baking for. I bake for people at work, the courthouse, the neighbors, friends, etc. I tried out a new pan this year. It has shapes of snowmen, Santa heads, and Christmas trees. The pan works really well, the cookies taste great, but the decorating leaves much to be desired. I did okay with painting the Christmas trees, but my snowmen look more like ghosts, and Santa's rosy cheeks look more like he got in a bloody brawl with one of the reindeer. I told M I was getting in touch with my inner-child when I decorated. Apparently my inner child is no better artist than I am. So my next plan is to ditch the frosted cookies and go back to lump cookies, like "no-bake" cookies. Well, I'd better get back to baking. The cleaning and shopping are done, the kids will be home tomorrow, and I can look for that elusive Norman Rockwell shot on Christmas day. Merry Christmas!