Zipity Do Da

 After several gloriously sunny, snow-melting days, with temps soaring up into the 50's at times, I was dismayed to find that Saturday had dawned so cold and gray. The forecast called for light snow Friday night, so I wasn't surprised to see it when I looked out my window Saturday morning.  It surprised me that there was 6 inches of it.  I don't know if the break made Saturday's plunge back to winter harder to bear, or if it gave me the lift I needed to get through this last leg of winter.  I'm trying to look at it as a boon, a taste of what's to come.

This was Saturday morning:

Yesterday made it easier to see it as a boon.  It was still cold; it had barely cleared 20°F at 11am, but the sun had sole dominion over the sky.  He'd banished all but a few stray wisps of cloud from his sight.  Since it had stayed cold, the snow was just as powdery as when it first fell.  The wind blew it off of the roofs in great swirling eddies that sparkled in the sun, like so much fairy dust cast willy-nilly into the air.  It was a gorgeous, bright, sunny day and I loved it.

This was Sunday morning:

I got up early with Elora, and enjoyed a nice lazy morning while Brandon slept in.

 
I ran some errands mid-morning, did some sewing, and got some great family time in with both Elora and Brandon in the afternoon.  The whole day was just wonderful, a very zipity-do-da day.

It was a lazy day for Brandon too.  He spent a lot of time stretched out on the couch, reading or playing with Elora.  And maybe checking his eyelids for holes?  He's the one who snapped this shot at sunset.

A lovely end to a lovely day.