Idaho, my home and the location for the majority of my books, has the most wilderness area of any state except Alaska. A great deal of the state is mountains and pine trees and rocky peaks. Southern Idaho is high desert country, and SW Idaho, where I live, gets far less snow than the rest of the state. But we have been getting a series of snowstorms blowing through the Boise area for the past couple of days. Today it has snowed without ceasing. Sometimes great big flakes and sometimes those flakes that are so small you have to take a second look to make sure it is still snowing.
I know. I know. You folks in the East that get several feet of snow dumped on you at once aren’t particularly thrilled by the white stuff. But as I look out my windows today, I can’t help thinking how beautiful it is and that it will be a blessing to our reservoirs come the spring (we have been suffering with drought for years so all moisture is welcome).
Still, it’s getting a bit deep in my backyard for my little Poppet when she goes outside, not to mention that when she comes back inside, she has snow stuck to the hair between the pads of her paws and all the way up the hair on her haunches.
See what I mean? (Click image for a larger view)
It’s perfect weather for me to stay home and write, write, write. I’m at work on another historical. And every time I pause and look out the window, I’m reminded how blessed I am to have a home office so I don’t have to drive in that stuff (except I’ll have to go to the grocery store soon).
Anyway, for now, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
-rlh-
