Glad I have that box of fabric from Debra.
Not going very far afield today
The view from my front yard.
My brother's house in Woodstock, a little north of us.
Last night I tried to capture the beauty of the snow in the dark. It was absolutely breathtaking, especially since we don't see snow like this very often here in the South. The snow fell continuously for hours, starting about 1 pm in the afternoon. So we all got to watch everything turn white.
It's aggravating since we're not equipped to deal with it and either brave the icy roads or sit at home feeling guilty about not slipping and sliding to whatever place we think can't make it without us for one day.
But it's worth it.
Do people up North, where this kind of weather hardly gets noticed, get this excited in August over the humidity? Do they go out and take pictures of people sweating?