No, that is not me. To some extent though I wish it was, first off I couldn't possibly get any cuter, and second I would feel right at home and very comfortable right now in my present element.
This is what is visible of my patio furniture,
and the really big boxwood which stands next to the patio,
and my front steps; trust me they are there somewhere. I don't want to look in the direction of my car for fear that I may not see it. I look out and wonder what happened to technicolor since my outside world is all black and white,
although on occasion a hint of color pops in, as in a piece of my neighbor's yellow house
or a glimpse of my purple facade and some hints of wood. But for the most part its mountains of white; blinding bright white. Going out is no fun. First of all it takes a while to put on all the paraphernalia required to venture out in the frigid temperatures, then you have to put on the clunky snow/ice footwear so as not to slip and break your neck on the eight inches of solid ice covering the ground. Which means you have to remember to bring along a bag with your other shoes so you're not stuck wearing the big old clunky icky boots all day long. Some of us have the right idea though,
and figure out how to make the best of it. So we'll just follow suit, hunker down, and cook warm stuff.
Chicken, Potato & Artichoke Cake - adapted from Paula Wolfert