We had about 2 inches of snow last night. It freshens everything up, covering tracks, and snow piles.
Our street gets plowed and sanded but the main state road gets salted so you can see its clear there in the background.
My footprints to get the morning paper were not the first. I saw possibly cat prints that had stopped on our porch and then headed to the neighbor's yard.
In the backyard the trees have a lacy dressing of snow and the birds are busy at the feeders.
Inside, my benign neglect of the poinsettia is working out just fine. I water it only once a week. It looks as good as when I first purchased it.
One thing I've learned since moving north from Maryland is how to dress for the cold. Lots of layers even inside the house. I purchased long underwear, a warmer coat, boots that fit better and are insulated for the cold, warmer gloves, flannel shirts and a warm sweater. I wear a hat when I go out even if it electrifies my hair and flattens it.
For an old house this place is well insulated. We keep the thermostat at 69 during the day and 66 at night. The coldest spot is in the great room which is farthest from the furnace. We also have the benefit of passive solar and enjoy the warmth of the sun streaming through the south facing windows. I was surprised on Monday how warm the clothes got that I'd laid out to fold on the guest room bed. They were in the sun soaking up the heat.
This place is feeling like home.