one, two, three, S T O P !

We live in an old house. At the landing of the front hall stairs, a large arched window is placed midway between the first and second floors of the house.

No, the snow isn't that high, but the sill of the window took on layer upon layer of snow that fell sideways late last night. In all, I'd say we got about 28 inches or so. It is deep, clean, and very pretty.
It's also quiet.

We New Englanders know all too well that things will change by tomorrow; there will be plowing, shoveling, more plowing, and then the inevitable thaw. Which leads to the beautiful but dreaded icicles... and something called ice jacking. If you don't know what that is, consider yourself lucky.

But for today at least, everything stops. Families spend the day together. Everyone, I hope, checks in on their neighbors and helps those that need it. The food in the refrigerator is what's served for meals- you make do with what you've got. (Which assumes you've got power. If you don't, I hope you have what you need to endure the wait...) 

Everyone I know gets extra sleep during these storms, you have no choice. And as long as you're healthy, together, and prepared... it can be a lovely break from the hectic pace of everyday life. 
I see this as a chance to paint using an entirely new color palette. If the power stays on, I'll post tonight.

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