At the stroke of midnight...

O.k., so instead of a glass slipper it's a snow boot. And instead of a carriage it's a pick-up truck that turns back into a pumpkin.

(Speaking of pumpkin, check out my pumpkin puree processing technique on the 'Farmer Gal Cookin' page! Even if you don't love roasting and processing pumpkin like I do, the warm orange glow of all the pumpkin pictures will feed your soul.)

Anyhow, word on the mountain, and on www.weather.com, is that at midnight tonight the snow is supposed to start flying. I say flying because not only are we supposed to get snow, but wind. (Around these parts, wind is referred to as the 'W' word, like it's an entity of which we dare not speak its name or it might hear us and come back to torture our poor, shivering souls.) And wind, my friends, is what us snowy-climate-dwellers do not like, particularly when it's paired with falling snow.

There's the lack of visibility -- particularly scary here in the mountains where veering off the road is likely to send you careening down a raveen or head first into a wall of rock -- and there's the sheer coldness of it, a.k.a. windchill. Yikes. Shudder. Shiver. Tremble.

Luckily, the family and I are snug as bugs in rugs here in our humble little home, stocked up on groceries, firewood and propane. Thank you, Jesus.

With any luck, the wind will stop before it carries all the newly fallen snow away with it and leaves us with a winter scene something like this...

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[maesa]

it's about 30 below and we have no pumpkins to roast - although, we cope with cookies - hope your kiddos are feeling better soon