It was last night. We’ve had a couple of flurries once or twice in Sept. and Oct. but this was the first real deal.
When it hit I was driving a new friend home from a get together of ladies from church, an evening that was really a wonderful blessing and such an encouragement. Well, actually the storm was visible on the horizon, over the mountains, at 6:30 when I had to run to the store to grab a dessert to bring to the ladies evening because even though I wrote the announcement and pretty much planned the event, I forgot until the last minute that I was supposed to bring a dessert. Thank goodness for grocery store bakeries is all I have to say about that.
Yesterday was as warm as any warm Spring day. A gorgeous 72 degrees Fahrenheit. Between the time that I left for the store, which is literally a 2 minute drive from my house, and drove back home the temperature dropped a good 9 degrees. By the time we left for the ladies evening it was feeling like a brisk fall day. At 9:20 when we left the ladies evening it was sprinkling and there was a stiff wind, making it feel like a chilly winter evening. By the time we were about 5 minutes away from the house it was sleeting and snowing sideways, the wind whipping the trees and the precipitation in all directions.
We announced to our husbands, who were hanging out at the house waiting for our return, “It’s crazy out there!” They replied something like, “I know, it’s getting cold.”
“Cold?! It’s snowing like mad!”
“Look out the window!”
Within about 10 or 15 minutes there was a nice inch of snow blanketing everything and you could see the furiously falling (falling? It was being hurled!) snow glistening under the street lights as it plummeted to the earth, as if it couldn’t wait to get here and feel the ground under its feet, similar to how I feel when I’m in an airplane.
This morning I slept through my alarm clock that wakes me up in time to throw something on and grab a health shake before heading out for a morning walk with my friend, Ina. My husband woke me at 5 minutes to eight and I jumped up, got dressed, put on my coat and shoes and immediately went outside to take a picture because, well, getting dressed had taken me all of 3 1/2 minutes and I still had 1 1/2 minutes to kill.
Gives new meaning to “frost on the pumpkin” doesn’t it?
What a difference a few days makes…
The sunrise is so beautiful against a newly snow blanketed mountain range…
In other totally unrelated news, we have the possibility of adopting a 2 year old Golden Retriever. We go to meet him on Saturday. If you think of it, pray for wisdom and discernment for us to know if he is right fur us and if we are right for him. I’ll keep you posted.