Well, I officially got no writing done today. That's the bad news. The good news is, I woke to the sound of my children gasping at the four inches of snow blanketing the Warren this morning.In my song "You Came So Close" I mention a line about the winter in Nashville being "gray without a trace of snow", and that's usually true. But every winter we get at least a dusting (which melts in a matter of hours)--and if we're lucky, we get enough to sled on. And that, ladies and germs, is something this Florida boy doesn't take lightly. (Nor did I fall lightly when I tried sledding down the hill while standing up. My whole body still hurts, and I can't remember who the President is. But it was awesome and very awesome, I tell you.)Today I ate Jamie's famous cream of chicken and wild rice soup for lunch and dinner, sipped coffee and hot cocoa, sledded, came in to warm my toes, sledded some more, and got walloped twice in the face during a snowball fight. If that ain't a reason to hang up writing for a day, I don't know what is.Plus, the woods made me think of Lantern Waste. Because I am a nerd. (Unabashedly so.)Here are a few more pictures I took:
