“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?”
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….