It warmed up around these parts yesterday; I'm not sure what the official temp was, but around noon my car was reading 18 degrees. There was a breeze, and it was cool, but the sun was out so it felt warmer than it was. The boys came barreling out of the school doors decked in hats, mittens, and snow pants - they had gotten to get out in it for a bit at school and were hoping to do some more at home, in the afternoon. (That didn't actually happen because after a week of everyone being sick in this house we are on the upswing; but obviously still in need of sleep. Naps lasted all the way to the dinner hour.)
Temps dropped again overnight though; this mornings readings were single digits, and all of the thawing that happened yesterday was instantly suspended - frozen in time. As the sun came up this morning all you could see was white, from the ground to the very tips of the trees and reaching into the sky, white.
I like this part of winter, these wonderlands that happen overnight. These crappy cell phone pictures don't really do it any justice, the beauty is jaw dropping. It's been a couple of days since we've had any snow and the roads are clear, this weekend they are calling for temperatures in the mid-twenties to thirties - the first weekend in a long time that we'll be able to be outside because of this year's frigid temps - and I'm dreaming of snowshoes and a trek through the woods followed by hot chocolate and a book by the fire. Yes, even I have had those beginning itches for green, but right now I'm enjoying the white.