The snow came at just the right time for me. On Monday, my mother arrived from Wellington, and I met her at the nursing home here in Wichita to help her get settled. When the snow fell Monday evening and lingered into Tuesday, there was no pressing reason for me to go out. Instead, I stayed home and tackled the book room, which contains mostly books but also a large amount of miscellaneous. 

At noon, I was picking my way among the boxes throughout my apartment as I tried to make room for organization to happen. By the evening, I had selected three cartons of books to donate and had a stack of perhaps 300 books for which I wanted to check values before I let them go. Letting go, as I've said before, is hard for me.

This morning, I looked out the door and saw the world was still too frozen for me to venture out, so today will be devoted to finishing the reorganization of the book room. I've been needing these two days for a long time. The snow finally gave them to me.

What has the snow given you, either now or in the past? If you have a snow story, please leave a comment.
Hazel