I hate snow. I hate it. Actually, hate isn’t a strong enough word. The puppies can’t get off the porch because the steps have turned into a snow slide – that now needs to be shoveled. It’s cold and we’re stuck at home. I do believe this is the definition of hell. I moved away from the Midwest’s blizzards for a reason. Snow and I do not get along.
Side note: Where exactly is Spring? The good news is our farmers’ markets will be starting soon! I really can’t wait to get out and see everyone again. (please remind me of this post when it is 95 out with 80% humidity)
As I sit by the fireplace with Lizzy curled up next to me, I think we need to move to Napa. The wine soap maker at the California vineyards That is doable, right?
One can dream. Until then, there is little bath champagne in my plans for this evening.
Stay warm and safe everyone!