I'm dreaming of a White Christmas... or maybe a snow day

Nothing says Christmas like a good snow fall. As we woke up this morning we were greeted by a white winter blanket across the land. I had my coffee, got dressed, and went out to do some shoveling. Since this is the first major snow of the season I had to find my boots. I pulled them off the garage shelf. For some reason I decided to tip them over - I am paranoid of finding mice living in my shoes. Well, It's a good thing I tipped them over; yes, there were clues that something has been using my shoes as home. Thank goodness I didn't see any living creatures. And yes, I did throw the boots away. I loved those boots.


Once I got over that I went out to enjoy nature. It's so quiet and peaceful out here in the country. The only things moving were me, Butch - only walking in paths made by the shovel, the guy that plows the street and the birds I feed.