I asked God to send us some snow…

and boy, did he ever! Sometime in the dark heart of the night, the clouds opened and the snow came forth. And fifth. And all the way unto eighth or ninth! It's been falling all day, too, so the driveway we shovelled this afternoon needed it again tonight. And it is lovely. The big red truck chews her way through the ruts on the streets, and my car -- the aforementioned Subaru -- would do the same. But I have felt sorry today for those folks driving ordinary front-wheel-drive cars.

So we had loverly guests for two days. My trusted friend and confidante (forever my friend -- she knows all my secrets!) Rebecca and her son, our pride and joy, our eldest Godson, spent two short days with us. Many good times, many good laughs -- and a couple of pictures you see here -- and they're gone back down the road. Sigh. Why is it that good times fly by, and lousy times linger?