{"id":228,"date":"2017-12-09T16:28:00","date_gmt":"2017-12-09T16:28:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2017\/12\/09\/its-snowing\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T23:24:28","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T23:24:28","slug":"its-snowing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2017\/12\/09\/its-snowing\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s Snowing!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Just to be clear, 99 percent of the excitement in that statement comes from Celia. She lives for snow in the winter. The rest of us are far more ambivalent or, to be honest, negative towards the snow. It doesn’t look like much right now but there is a winter storm warning in effect so we shall see.<\/p>\n

So, what shall I do on a snow day?<\/p>\n

The first thing was to sleep late which is why I am writing this post at 11:00 on a Saturday morning. I slept until 9:00 which is practically unheard of. The cat woke me up then. He needs medicine that we give to him on canned food at night. Unfortunately, since cats can’t tell time, he thinks any time he is hungry is time for canned food. Cats are annoying.<\/p>\n

Then the morning called for multiple cups of tea. And more tea this afternoon. And possibly an after-dinner cup of tea. I feel like I might need to bake something to go with all that tea. Homemade bread dripping with honey and butter sounds good.<\/p>\n

I’ve convinced my husband to start The Crown with me later today. I watched the first episode ages ago and then decided it would be nice to watch it with him. Unfortunately, we haven’t gotten around to it and now the second season is out. A snow day is the perfect time to catch up a bit.<\/p>\n

Celia wants a fire in the fireplace and a game of Scrabble. That is a girl after my own heart. We have been playing a lot of board games with Tristan but he is very into strategy games. I stink at strategy. I just can’t envision the game multiple steps ahead and I invent backstories for the characters and then have trouble sacrificing them for the greater good. It is all a bit traumatic. But I am good with words and I am absolutely thrilled to have a child that enjoys Scrabble. We will make Tristan play too and will beat him soundly in return for all the times he has beaten us at his games. It will be glorious.<\/p>\n

And books. Of course, there will be books. I am reading Nella Last in the 1950s. <\/i>I read the previous two volumes of her diaries a few years ago and am finally getting around to this. I enjoy her voice. It comes through so clearly in her writing. It is amazing to think that she was not a published author until after her death when her diaries were published. She was a woman sitting in her home recording everyday life. Her descriptions are beautiful.<\/p>\n

The hills seemed to drowse in veils of soft amethyst to deep sepia shadows. Swale fires nursing under the whin and dead bracken made long plumes of smoke that rose up into the still air like fantastic fir trees, higher than the hills in the background. Age-old grey walls were jewelled with emerald-topiary from little tufts of green moss, and orange-yellow lichen where the sun rays picked out the colour. Evergreens glistened as if every leaf had been washed and polished separately. Horses’ coats shone like burnished metal, and the hill sheep’s wool dried in the keen wind and made a little shimmering nimbus round them as they cropped the grass, or lay quietly resting.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Don’t you just want to take an afternoon walk through that countryside? Though, I must admit, it also is the perfect thing to read while curled up by the fire and the snow falls outside.<\/p>\n

Now, my next cup of tea is calling me and the snow is starting to stick. What does your Saturday look like?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Just to be clear, 99 percent of the excitement in that statement comes from Celia. She lives for snow in the winter. The rest of us are far more ambivalent or, to be honest, negative towards the snow. It doesn’t look like much right now but there is a winter storm warning in effect so we shall see. So, what shall I do on a snow day? The first thing was to sleep late which is why I am writing this post at 11:00 on a Saturday morning. I slept until 9:00 which is practically unheard of. The cat woke me up then. He needs medicine that we give to him on canned food at night. Unfortunately, since cats can’t tell time, he thinks any time he is hungry is time for canned food. Cats are annoying. Then the morning called for multiple cups of tea. And more tea this afternoon. And possibly an after-dinner cup of tea. I feel like I might need to bake something to go with all that tea. Homemade bread dripping with honey and butter sounds good. I’ve convinced my husband to start The Crown with me later today. I watched the first episode ages ago and then decided it would be nice to watch it with him. Unfortunately, we haven’t gotten around to it and now the second season is out. A snow day is the perfect time to catch up a bit. Celia wants a fire in the fireplace and a game of Scrabble. That is a girl after my own heart. We have been playing a lot of board games with Tristan but he is very into strategy games. I stink at strategy. I just can’t envision the game multiple steps ahead and I invent backstories for the characters and then have trouble sacrificing them for the greater good. It is all a bit traumatic. But I am good with words and I am absolutely thrilled to have a child that enjoys Scrabble. We will make Tristan play too and will beat him soundly in return for all the times he has beaten us at his games. It will be glorious. And books. Of course, there will be books. I am reading Nella Last in the 1950s. I read the previous two volumes of her diaries a few years ago and am finally getting around to this. I enjoy her voice. It comes through so clearly in her writing. It is amazing to think that she was not a published author until after her death when her diaries were published. She was a woman sitting in her home recording everyday life. Her descriptions are beautiful. The hills seemed to drowse in veils of soft amethyst to deep sepia shadows. Swale fires nursing under the whin and dead bracken made long plumes of smoke that rose up into the still air like fantastic fir trees, higher than the hills in the background. Age-old grey walls were jewelled with emerald-topiary from little tufts of green moss, and orange-yellow lichen where the sun rays picked out the colour. Evergreens glistened as if every leaf had been washed and polished separately. Horses’ coats shone like burnished metal, and the hill sheep’s wool dried in the keen wind and made a little shimmering nimbus round them as they cropped the grass, or lay quietly resting. Don’t you just want to take an afternoon walk through that countryside? Though, I must admit, it also is the perfect thing to read while curled up by the fire and the snow falls outside. Now, my next cup of tea is calling me and the snow is starting to stick. 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