... we travelled to the cottage where Cuppa and I would pass Christmas before travelling here, to Ottawa, to spend a slightly delayed celebration with the kids.
When we left still green Sarnia for the six hour drive to the Riverwood cottage, we were hoping that there would be some snow up there in cottage country. However, as we got within an hour of the cottage, a wondrous sight began to unfold: quantities of snow began to accumulate, and the closer we got to our destination, the deeper the snow became. By the time we pulled into the Riverwood gate , we were in a veritable Christmas Card. That's the way that we described in then, and that's the way that I describe it now.
The boughs of the woods were indeed all hung with snow, and we did go about in a state of wonderment and appreciation for the unexpected gift that had been bestowed upon us.
We aren't getting that kind of weather here yet this year, and neither are they at Riverwood. Oh, we have some snow, and we're weathering a pretty icy blast right now as temperatures hover around 0°F, but we're not experiencing the magic of boughs bowing reverently under the weight of their dense yet fluffy burden. With more than a week and half remaining before the jolly red-clad elf comes calling, we remain hopeful that a significant snowfall might yet occur; but if it doesn't happen, we'll content ourselves with counting our many other blessings.