A Little Snow

We got some good snow last night. I picked James up from work and as we were craving good mexican food we stopped by our favorite hole-in-the-wall place on the way home. Our friends James and Bri had the same idea. So we laughed together and ate spicy enchiladas as it dumped snow outside.

Last night James and I cozied up on the couch with hot chocolate and blankets. We read for a while and watched the snow fall out our front window. There was probably 6 inches on the ground and we discovered our new favorite thing. See, we live on a hill and our road starts to incline right in front of our house. Last night we watched as over and over again little cars tried to get up the hill in the snow, only to come slipping and sliding right back down.

The snow reminds me of home. The quiet as it falls and settles all around the neighborhood, the sounds of plows scraping on the road, the thick thuds on the roof as the wind blows it out of the trees, and the crunching of it under my boots.

New England is officially a winter wonderland.