Here was the view from my plant window on Monday morning. Turns out the class I was scheduled to model for that afternoon was cancelled, as were most classes throughout the city. We got somewhere between seven and twelve inches of snow, along with some bitterly cold winds. Yeah, I can hear the derisive Canadian snorts from here.
(Canadian Snorts might not be a bad rock band name, come to think of it. For now though I'm still sticking with the one I got via friend Jeff: Ungainly Paws.)
I was only scheduled for one three-hour class, at a convenient location, so it was already promising to be an easy day. Didn't matter, I still became ten years old again, thrilled to have a snow day. Adult concerns did enter the picture, of course. I'm supposed to get paid if a job is canceled with less than a week's notice, but I don't know if that includes snow days.
I repeat, it didn't matter. Thrilled.
To make the day still more special, there was a new sweet pea blossom. So far the vines have been rather coy, letting only one or two buds flower at a time, but it was fun to wake up to the odd juxtaposition of snow and spring flower. Many more buds are ripening now, so with any luck there will be a full explosion of blossoms before too long. Like I said in the first sweet pea entry, everything I get from it feels miraculous.