So it started snowing here in northwest Montana a week ago and hasn’t really stopped (we must be pushing two feet of the stuff on the ground already). It’s a bad sign that it’s only December — already! can you believe it? — and I’m sick of snow.
This past weekend, however, the Hubs and I went to a friend’s cabin on a lake for a fantastic winter wonderland weekend. We ate fabulous food, had a bit to much to drink (how can you pass up hot chocolate with Bailey’s?) and engaged in full-out snow fights. It felt great to tromp around in the snow and toss snowballs with abandon. Our laughter rang through the snow-laden bows of pine trees and across the lake, no doubt. It’s rare for me to have such fun, without thought of worries or work. But there’s another who sums all this up better than I can and you should check it out here.