Dashing through the snow -- well, not quite, seeing as the snow is 16 inches of powder so perhaps I should write, lumbering through the snow and save the verb dashing (through) for what I am doing in this blog.

It's been incredibly beautiful up here in Narnia with thick, thick puffy snow that sparkles in the sunlight, wide expanse of blue, blue sky and not a soul for miles as we walk through the silent hush. Every once in a while, a tree branch will exceeed its limit and a mini snow shower occurs.

After our wonderful, restful holiday, life has revved its motor.

Work is full-on for both of us and over the weekend we had friends visit with their 7-year old twin boys (how fast they grow!) and their dog Vic.

Vic and Daisy are total lovebirds and they spent nearly 24 hours straight wrestling, kissing, sticking tongues into each others mouths and ears and pouncing. There was much with the pouncing.

For our part, it was pretty much a cruise ship style weekend with the main activity consisting of transitioning from breakfast to post-breakfast nibble to lunch to late-lunch snack to dinner to dessert to late-night noshing.

Oof. My tummy hurts.

We all had a good time, but I think Ollie had the best time of all as Gus latched onto Ollie from the moment he arrived and poured on the special love and attention that our old puppy surely deserves, but rarely gets.

It was Olfest all the time.

So-- more busy than reflective of late, but I see some time ahead where I might be able to shift things down into a lower gear and get back to my usual putt-putt pace.

Today, of course, is magic, joy and a heart full of possibility.

(photo from dailymail.co.uk)

I just want to savor this good feeling. Everything feels so damn good.

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