As far as snow goes, it has been a pretty dry winter. We’ve had a few blustery days here and there, but nothing close to the full-on snow storms that I first experienced last year. This week was no disappointment, however, and our grounds are thoroughly covered with a carpet of snow. It makes for precarious driving, but it’s pretty spectacular to look at.
Naturally, after a snow day stuck indoors, the little bean and I took off for a much-needed adventure. Snow days can only be so fun for a wee one who thrives off of the social energy she derives from school. We spent roughly 20 minutes running around the park near our house, which is about 15 minutes too long for me. I’m more the sit-in-your-pjs-and-stare-out-the-window kind of gal, but what my little bean wants, my little bean gets! Over and over, she delighted in crunching through piles of snow. She’s a good egg, that one. I couldn’t say no.
I will say that our 100 year-old house looks far better blanketed in snow than it does nearly any other time of the year. February is a close second to May in terms of our house’s looks, when painted flowers crop up to flank its sides, but that’s a far way off. So, this winter wonderland will just have to do.
Here are a few photos from our wintery adventure!
A few weeks ago, my best friend came into town to pay her now Midwesterner BFF a little visit. Naturally, we went to the tastiest restaurants and spent lots of time chumming it up. A favorite activity of mine–aside from the two evenings spent singing karaoke–was our trip to Neale Woods. Housed within Neale Woods are seven miles of dirt trails, surrounded by 600 miles of conserved forest and prairie land. Needless to say, it is breathtakingly beautiful.
Visit the Fontonelle Forest website for more information.
Here are some of my favorite shots from the hike:
The Entrance to Neale Woods
In the background is downtown Omaha
Artists Conk fungi
Woolly Bear Caterpillar
Common tree algae
Ironwood Tree Seedpods
Beautiful Prairie Fauna
Bird’s Nest Perched on a Smooth Sumac
Canada Wild Rye
The Treetops of Neale Woods
My favorite images from the past week:
One of the things I miss the most about the South is having easy access to the best barbecue in the nation. Gosh darn, I took that for granted. On Sundays, after morning hikes with pals and the pups, we always stopped at a little barbecue place on the way home. Weathered and famished, it was just what the body needed: glutenous amounts of finger-food washed down by a few pints.
When a neighbor told me about a festival in our neighborhood known as “Ribfest” that would include Blues music and barbecue vendors from all over the South, I was sold. We spent the day sprawled out in the shade, with sticky fingers, and good ol’ fashioned Blues playing in the background. Little Bean rolled down the hills for most of the time, and even had a go around the fountains before we submitted to being filled to the brim, and in dire need of a nap!
This was no ordinary Friday night for our family. It was the first Friday evening of Matthew’s new schedule. He’ll no longer be working on nights, or weekends. I’m not even sure what a whole weekend together means, but it’s a new leaf, and a beautiful one at that!
We initiated our first official Family Friday with s’mores. The Nutella kind. Duh.
Sometimes the perfect Friday evening consists of very little. Some olive oil and kernels in a hot pot, seasoned with salt and pepper. A tiny warm body and a light summer blanket, flanked by The Sound of Music on the tube. It was a great ending to a long week, and a fitting beginning to the rest of the weekend.