The snow began Sunday morning while we were in church, bringing a smile to my face and joy to my heart. I was told 2″ was the forecast, but evidently someone failed to inform the weather. The snow kept coming. By last afternoon, which passes for night these days, we had a good 6″ or more and it was still coming down, muffling even the ever-present noise of traffic that pervades the entire Chicago metropolitan area, and my face was sore from smiling. (Not really, but the smile had worked its way inward and I was smiling body and soul.) The snow was the wet, heavy sort that can be hard on plants but sticks to everything and looks like the distilled essence of Christmas and winter together.
We met friends at the Christkindelmarket, wallowing in a perfect excess of Christmas ornaments, food, and more, mostly from Germany and a few other European countries. We have a plethora of such ornaments, some given to us by my s-i-l and some bought at a Christmas store not far from our house in Cleveland, so we were mostly looking and getting into the mood. We did buy a small bicycle ornament in honor of my husband going over 3,000 miles for 2016. I bought an alpaca and bamboo woven cap, made in Peru and field tested successfully during my walk yesterday morning.
Come. I’ll share. You can bring a hot drink and don’t even have to dress warmly.