This winter in Wisconsin has been somewhat boring as far as snow goes. Last year I think it snowed a cumulative 6 or so inches the whole season-a pathetic attempt MOTHER NATURE, just pathetic I tell ya. But it started snowing yesterday and kept going for about 24 hours. I woke up this morning in that hazy half-dreaming, half-awake place where you are wondering things like "where did my left sock go?!" and thinking "I can't believe I finally learned out to fly--oh. wait. nevermind. dream." and "UGH that is some seriously bright sunlight coming in the window."
Once I was actually awake, however, my brain immediately was like "OK. don't get the hopes up but just peek outside and check.....YUS! SO MUCH SNOW!!!" I then looked at my phone to a text saying that I had the day off of work, and so this day just kept getting better and better and I wasn't even out of bed yet.
Adam, Lily and I decided to go out to a rural area of town where we could break the law (AKA let lily run on the trails unleashed) without having a cop driving by, blaring his megaphone at us and threatening a $200 ticket. That is a true story from 8 am last week when we were walking in the woods near a street. Ree-diculous I tell ya. I really have issues with dog leash laws, but that is another story for another day. So we settled on Bristol Woods, which has an adorable nature center and rents out snowshoes.
The snow was about a foot deep which=mayjah workout!
Adam's snowshoes were a brand called ATLAS! For anyone who doesn't know, this blog is called everyday ATLAS because our initials are AT and LA, and our last name is S. So we call ourselves atlas. I know, the cheesiness is palpable.
And I fell. Yep that's awkward.
Lily had this really strange thing happen today while frolicking in the snow where she collects huge balls of snow on the sides of her legs. I called them her saddlebags.
And the print below is now in the shop in 8x10 size! "Winter Song"
I really could get used to this snow day thing. Honestly, winter up here isn't that bad! I think midwesterners just enjoy moaning and groaning about shoveling. What is your favorite season? Mine is fall, but winter is certainly growing on me.