My feet tucked under me and a well read book resting on the table nearby are all part of the scene for the day.
The fire in the hearth crackles with energy. The glow warms the room and gives everything a golden hue.
Warm and cozy watching the storm outside.
It's not officially winter yet, but try explaining that to Old Man Winter.
He came into my neighborhood and kicked the door in.
Fortunately I have stocked the kitchen with the "necessities." I'm not sure why when a snow storm is announced on the radio that people feel the need to wipe out the shelves of all milk, bread, and eggs.
Is there going to be a French Toast emergency? Do people actually wake up and panic saying, "We are doomed! I was going to make French Toast but cannot now because we don't have the supplies!"
Needless to say, I have my prerequisite milk, bread, eggs, and of course, cat food. I am ready. Bring it!
As for Old Man Winter, I think he has a message for all of us in every snowflake that falls from the sky.
- Slow down, relax
- Read a book
- Pet your cat (or dog, or hamster, or lizard)
- Stoke the fire
- Snuggle with your loved ones
- Throw a couple snowballs
- Get in the mood for Christmas
- Enjoy life at a slower pace
- Make French Toast
