Transformed

I've lost track of the tally, but somewhere between two and three feet of snow fell between Friday afternoon and early this morning. The storm has moved on now, leaving a world transformed.

The cars are mountains in the driveway. The inverted birdbath a pyramid of white. Tree limbs are sugar frosted.

Inside, we are transformed, too. Or at least I am. Every time we're pelted like this I'm a little more humbled, a little more gladdened.

Blizzards are good for the soul — as long as the soul is housed in a body that's housed in a heated home well stocked with food!