No Such Thing as Too Many Snowflakes.

 

I don't think there is such a thing as too many snowflakes. I am a Midwest girl with a Midwest heart. I look forward to snowstorms (so long as I'm not stuck in my car when they begin). I don't mind having a snow day to work from home and drink copious amounts of hot chocolate.

 

I'd been pretty bummed about this mild Chicago winter so far and then a few weeks ago we got a pretty wonderful little snowstorm. So even though it's now Spring in my neck of the woods (though still bone chilly) the obligatory and totally tardy snowstorm photos.

 

Yes, I let my roses just hang outside all winter. I have a total green thumb in that way, you know?

 

I love the lights in our backyard.

 

 

The view from, and the clothesline in, our backyard. This house. I love it too hard.

 

My little old lady snow bunny. She's slow moving but loves to prance around in the snow.

 

 



Cotton Clouds.

I've been housesitting for my parents this week while they are in New Orleans eating delicious food and drinking voodoo drinks. It's just me and our family pit-bull-who-is-more-like-a-cat, Shiloh, in the middle of nowhere (which makes for awesome late night OH MY GOSH WHAT WAS THAT NOISE freak outs). Despite my quiet 11pm terror my parents' house is one of my favorite places, I didn't grow up there but it definitely feels like home. My dad designed the house and pretty much built the whole thing. They live on a lot of land and it's just very serene and beautiful.

 

 If I hadn't deleted my old posts I would do that cute thing where I link to an old entry of photos from their house. But, some blonde dummy deleted those so....maybe I'll repost them again in the future. Ahem...um...let's move on...

 

While driving to my parents' house from work last night I really took a minute to enjoy how gorgeous it is to take the scenic route sometimes (instead of taking the interstate, I dinged up my car on the gravel roads). I pulled over on a country road to snap some photos of cotton* clouds cause they were just too dang pretty to pass up.

 

 

 

*I was really torn between calling them cotton clouds and calling them marshmallow fluff clouds. Ugh, life is full of tough choices. You know?