This is my perfect kind of morning. Everybody else in the house has left for work, and I get to look at this beautiful view while I sip my tea at my desk. I have tons of knitting, tons of tea, and streaming Netflix. It is a perfectly satisfying way to spend my Friday.
I do remember, however, when I was in my early twenties and living in upstate New York. It snows there. A lot. Like, several times a day. And there are lots of hills there, too. So it wasn’t as charming as this little scene outside my window, although I really did love snow. But when you clean it off your car to drive to school, then clean it off again to drive to your part-time job, then clean it off again to drive to your OTHER part-time job, then clean it off again to go home and realize you get to do it all again tomorrow, then it gets a little less charming. It was beautiful, however, and except for the time that my engine froze and I couldn’t get to work (and got yelled at for it, because apparently I should have walked seven miles in windy, 12-below weather) and I hadn’t laid in the requisite bread and milk (that was a scary time) I really didn’t mind it all that much. Of course, that was before my knees betrayed me and decided to only work part-time now.
But now I’m in a different phase of my life. So I get to look at this gentle view, sip my tea, and remember just how lucky I am. Hopefully I’ll have the good sense to re-read this post when I inevitably get into one of my crabby moods and fantasize about running away for a while. Hmmm…….