About time!

(Above: Snowflakes on a car up in Mill Creek).

After the driest Utah December in recorded history we were quite excited to read that we were to get snow sometime during this Saturday's early morning hours. 

I peeked out the window at 5 am, saw a white winter wonderland and felt like Christmas morning had come at last.

Isn't that silly?

The night before I had mentioned to Bernie how happy and excited I was that there was to be snow; he felt the same way and we agreed that we hoped we would never outgrow this feeling about an expected snowfall.

As the dawn broke, I thought I was seeing fog outside.  After stepping outdoors, I realized the fog was actually the finest snowflakes creating a misty like look.

The perfect kind of snow fall for picture taking!
By the time I showered and shrugged into my powder suit, and Bernie had shoveled the driveway, the snow had switched to what we call "dump"; the flakes were now dime and nickle sized. 

Really messy for picture taking even with a rain sleeve over the camera for protection. I was catching big flakes in my eyes behind my glasses.

The camera was put away and we walked about a quarter mile up the canyon instead.  It was the most exercise I have had in a month!

I stopped frequently to stare at the beautiful star shaped flakes that landed on my mittens and sleeves.  

The drive back down the canyon where misty snow was mixing with the big flakes to create an otherworldly look.

Speaking of otherworlds...two naughty kitties were carefully monitoring the world outside our window for us.

The birds were monitoring the cats inside the window as they filled up at the feeder.

I like this photo of a junco a lot...

What to do for lunch after a walk outside on a snowy Saturday?

Fondue by the fireside of course!



The last time we supped on fondue was a few years back on our last day up in the mountains of Switzerland, during a late May snowstorm.

Good memories.

Just the thing on a January afternoon.
Funny thing is: the fondue pot was my mom's and I recall eating fondue from it as a kid. 

After I married, she passed it on to me, and I had a few fondue parties with other couples back when our kids were not yet school age.
We've hauled that pot through multiple moves, each time pondering if we should bother to keep it.
Each time we remembered how good fondue tasted and some how found space for it.

Funnier still:  I am pretty sure this is the same kind of prepackaged fondue that my mom used to use when she served fondue.
What could be easier than snipping open the foil pouch, slipping out the cheese mix, heating it up on the stovetop and then digging in with some bread?

Why don't we indulge in this treat more often?
Well...for one, the calories and for two, cleaning the stuck on cheese out of the pot is always a bear!