Walking in the Snow, Birds of Faith
I went walking in the snow on Saturday. It wasn’t intentional. Hubs and I had been out most of the day, seeing family and shopping at the supermarket. A walk seemed like the perfect tonic, a moment just for us.
No Snow just Soup and the Jack Frost Handshake
I hope I’m not going to jinx Waterford by saying this but we seem to have escaped the snow. That’s not to say Jack Frost hasn’t shaken us firmly by the numb hand. We did experience a gentle flurry yesterday, but it never looked close to delivering the full horror of a snowstorm.