Stuck.

The snow storms that have blown their way across the United States

have made their way to my state, city, neighborhood, street, cul-de-sac, yard.

On Monday, our governor declared a State of Emergency here in South Carolina.

There is very little movement on the main road behind our house.

We hear no cars zooming by or planes overhead.

Stores, schools, government agencies? All closed.

It is peaceful.

Eerily quiet.

Strangely silent.

The melting snow is now turning to ice on the roads and it is likely 

that we will still be home tomorrow.

My daughters don't mind missing classes.

They get to make up for these days in late Spring.

My husband doesn't mind being home.

He is taking some vacation hours.

I don't mind being stuck here with my family.

It is rare that we are all home at one time.

We can play cards, experiment with recipes, sleep-in, talk about our hopes and plans.

I get to look, really look, into my girls' faces and hearts.

I get to laugh and play with my beefcake while we enjoy the time together.

I used to hate the snow.

Loathe the cold.

It's messy. Inconvenient.

But for today, Lord, I thank you for being stuck.

Our neighbors to the right who moved here from Ohio.

Our neighbor to the left who moved here from Florida.

A wee, feathered, backyard neighbor.

Looking out our front door.

Looking out our back door.

What we did inside.

Miss S (College girl) teaches Miss A (High School girl) how to knit.

Click Spinach and Swiss Cheese Crepes for the link to the recipe.

Click Chocolate Tofu Pie for the link to the recipe.
(Sounds yucky, but it's very good!)

Click Southern Beignets for the link to the recipe.