This has to be among the most beautiful snowfalls I've ever seen--pristine and untouched, branches lacquered with snow, the blue sky, dusty mountains in the distance. It helps that all I have to do is spend the day cozily tucked away in my little studio, writing...and that someone even helpfully shoveled paths for us. Nothing will interrupt the creative process here!
Last night in my stand-alone studio, with the wind whipping, snow falling like crazy, and all the blackness, I felt like I was in a Laura Ingalls Wilder book. Luckily, it didn't turn out to be The Long Winter--more like the coziness of Little House in the Big Woods.
