“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”
~J.B. Priestley

Whispers of snow in the forecast send me wishin' on stars and tossing salt over my shoulder.  Kidding–I'm sure I'll wake up tomorrow with a floody front yard instead of sleddy.  But as I snuggle under a pile of covers tonight, the mere thought will have me dreaming of dancing sugar plums and smiling in my sleep.

I found this wonderful quote by Priestley on a post by Miz Booshay over at Pioneer Woman Photography; it's a delicious elixir of words that perfectly expresses my heart on the matter.

Sweet dreams or no dreams….

xo