Oh, St. Louis. You never fail to surprise me.
This was Saturday.
You can’t go wrong with a giant, fluffy, late March snow.
If I were living in my utopian homestead yet, I’d call it a sugar snow and go start boiling my maple sugar into syrup.
Alas, I have no maple trees, (actually, I have no trees at all) and thus must settle for an agave/maple blend from Trader Joe’s.
I love heavy snow. Especially when it falls onto my shawl.
Please don’t ever go away, winter. I’ll miss you.