This morning when I woke up I could hear rain hitting the windows. I didn't think a whole lot of it, but a few minutes later when I looked out the kitchen window.....SNOW!!! Big, huge flakes. Yippee! It's like I'm six years old again.
During other seasons, around February and March, I hate Indiana. I want to live near a beach. Any beach. Pacific, Atlantic, I don't really care. It's not so much warmth that I crave as it is a different view other than gray skies and barren fields.
It gets better. When I walked Cameron to the door to tell him good bye I saw something standing out in the corn field. There was a deer. We quietly yelled at the girls to come quick and then another deer came out from behind the big pile of limbs in our yard. A buck. I said a silent thank you that Cameron is not a hunter!
This morning I love Indiana.
We watched from the windows for a long time. I prayed that they would not run out into the road. We have lived here six years and have never seen deer out there. After a while a car stopped in the middle of the road and I hoped they were just taking pictures. A few minutes later though, a big truck pulled up behind the car and stopped. Well maybe I was just paranoid, but there was no way I was going to let these deer be shot right in front in my children's eyes. So I ran to the door and made a loud noise. The people in the road may have been cursing me, but I don't care. We watched the deer run towards the back of the field and they stopped there for a while and then ran on further.
The pictures make it look like a blizzard or something. None of them turned out very clear but I have to include one.
I realize they may become some one's dinner, but not in my backyard! :)
There isn't suppose to be any accumulation and it's already slowed down and the flakes are smaller. I love it though. It makes me want to break out the Christmas music. I'll refrain. Maybe.