Snowfall at the Bakery

It had been a few weeks now that we'd had no snow. And honestly, I hadn't missed it yet. It was kind of lovely to walk through town on dry sidewalks and leave the house in my sneakers rather than my tall heavy boots. In the evenings there would be a faint scent of spring in the air. Not that I believed it. There was plenty of winter still to come. But it smelled lovely. The rich, dark earth scent. The aroma of rain and soil. So when it started to snow today, well, it took my breath away. People on the street were stunned as well. I saw them stop to look up, put out their gloved hands to