This morning was like most mornings….I wake up before the sun comes up, it is winter so that isn’t hard, and wait to hear Bentley stretching and rustling around downstairs. I snuggle under the layers of covers a little longer, than head down to let Bentley out to do what Bentley does when he first wakes up. While he sniffs around the back yard checking for last nights intruders (cats and bunnies mostly, by the signs they leave behind), I start a fresh pot of coffee.
Bentley eats, I sip on piping hot coffee topped with frothy milk and a splash of cinnamon and sugar, all while snuggled under a thick blanket.
As the sun comes up, it seemed a bit grayer than usual outside and when I went to the window I realized it was snowing giant flakes, with the mission of covering everything in a wintery wonderland. It was the kind of snow that speaks “Peace on Earth”. With giddy delight, I am talking the delight of a child on Christmas morning, I threw on my snow pants, boots, chunky sweater and headed out to scoop walks. I saw the mailman, a new one named Mark, and excitedly told him to enjoy the snow. He smiled like, “she knows not what she says”, and said, “Snow is for Christmas and now it can go away.” He was very kind and it was not said with malice, and did not dim my spirits in the least.
All I could think about, when I came back in, is taking Bentley to the Quarry (his favorite place in nature to run amuck), to give us both a romp in the snow. He, unlike the mailman, is as excited as I am for this turn of events. The warm weather of last week is not acceptable in January, in Wisconsin!
First, as he is an old man, he needed to nap and I had to keep myself busy until he woke up. This is not an easy feat, as anyone knows, that loves snow. Once awake we were off in a flash.
Old man snoozing
As we tromped through the winter wonderland, admiring all that there is to admire in the woods of the Quarry, I thought to myself, this is like heaven on Earth. Some of you may disagree and you are entitled to your opinion, just like the kindly mailman, but this is my story.
We kicked through the fluffy snow and found a fairly step hill with a path and climbed to the top with one intention, to slide back down. I tried to slide down the path on my bum. (I use to do this with the kids but we would be wearing slippery coats and pants and once snow packed we could go down like on an Olympic slalom ride). This was not packed and I was wearing a very not slippery chunky sweater, so it was more of a repeated scoot but fun all the same.
The path on the hill, steeper than it looks!
Two hours later we are back home and as I write this, Bentley has eaten his treat and is now napping. The snow has picked up again and I really feel the need to go back outside and make a snow angel.
Okay I am happy now.