{"id":366,"date":"2016-02-05T14:19:00","date_gmt":"2016-02-05T14:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2016\/02\/05\/snow-day\/"},"modified":"2020-10-28T16:54:27","modified_gmt":"2020-10-28T16:54:27","slug":"snow-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2016\/02\/05\/snow-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Snow Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

It is snowing. \u00a0The world has the hushed silence of heavy snow with the occasional muffled scraping sound of snow plows on the road in front of the house. \u00a0School has been cancelled. \u00a0The kids went back to sleep. The cat is sleeping on the back of the couch. \u00a0 We are home for the day. \u00a0It will probably be a day of too much screen time, too many books, (is there such a thing?) and too much baking. \u00a0 Quite frankly, it sounds blissful. \u00a0The wonderful thing about snow days is they create enforced idleness. \u00a0There is so much you can’t do, so many places you can’t go, and all with the perfect excuse. \u00a0The kids are home, the roads are bad. \u00a0Sorry, it isn’t going to happen today. \u00a0Bliss.<\/p>\n

We just won’t think about the fact that it is all going to need to be shoveled. \u00a0Or about my husband who has a job that requires him to be out and about in even the worst weather.<\/p>\n

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Here is one more snowy thought for you. \u00a0I have said before that I am not much of a poetry person but I stumbled across this yesterday on Pinterest and I liked it.<\/p>\n

Dust of Snow<\/p>\n

The way a crow<\/em>
\nShook down on me<\/em>
\nThe dust of snow<\/em>
\nFrom a hemlock tree<\/em><\/p>\n

Has given my heart<\/em>
\nA change of mood<\/em>
\nAnd saved some part<\/em>
\nOf a day I had rued.<\/em><\/p>\n

Robert Frost<\/p>\n

And now I am off to look through my recipes and decide what decadently delicious thing I am going to bake today. \u00a0Snow days do not call for healthy foods. \u00a0You want to come in from shoveling and sink into something indulgent and preferably chocolate with a big mug of hot chocolate to go with it. The more chocolate the better.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It is snowing. \u00a0The world has the hushed silence of heavy snow with the occasional muffled scraping sound of snow plows on the road in front of the house. \u00a0School has been cancelled. \u00a0The kids went back to sleep. The cat is sleeping on the back of the couch. \u00a0 We are home for the day. \u00a0It will probably be a day of too much screen time, too many books, (is there such a thing?) and too much baking. \u00a0 Quite frankly, it sounds blissful. \u00a0The wonderful thing about snow days is they create enforced idleness. \u00a0There is so much you can’t do, so many places you can’t go, and all with the perfect excuse. \u00a0The kids are home, the roads are bad. \u00a0Sorry, it isn’t going to happen today. \u00a0Bliss. We just won’t think about the fact that it is all going to need to be shoveled. \u00a0Or about my husband who has a job that requires him to be out and about in even the worst weather. Here is one more snowy thought for you. \u00a0I have said before that I am not much of a poetry person but I stumbled across this yesterday on Pinterest and I liked it. Dust of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued. Robert Frost And now I am off to look through my recipes and decide what decadently delicious thing I am going to bake today. \u00a0Snow days do not call for healthy foods. \u00a0You want to come in from shoveling and sink into something indulgent and preferably chocolate with a big mug of hot chocolate to go with it. The more chocolate the better.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":622,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[22,48],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-366","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-nature","category-poetry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/366","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=366"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/366\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2876,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/366\/revisions\/2876"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/622"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=366"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=366"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=366"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}