Snow, cold, wind

Add caption

OMG. That's the best way to start this blog. It began to snow around 9 pm last night and the temperatures dipped down to 21°. We had every weatherproofing method in place, but, even with the furnace blasting, fireplace glowing and a space heater set to high, it is still a bit chilly. It looked like about 2" fell overnight,  but with the cold and wind, it looked like a blanket of ice covered the trees and car.

Allie is situated under a copse of tall pines and whenever the snow fell off the branches, it sounded like tennis balls hitting the roof. Lucy did not like it at all. 

I spent as much of the day as I could with the three musketeers, since this would be our last day together in awhile. We went to Tanger Outlets, back up to the cabin for lunch and then back to Appalachian Ski Resort. Those kids (biggest one-my son) really love to snowboard. I got tired just watching them. I especially can't believe how the littlest one keeps up with her big brother and sister. 

After the sun went down, we picked up and headed out to dinner. The first place I tried to get us a table at for a party of nine was a no-go. Joan found another place and "G" and I were so surprised to find out it is one of three restaurants with locations that "G" and I have very recently visited. What a coincidence. Or, what a small world, or what fate found us at "Six Pence Pub." The photo below was recently  taken in Savannah.

The Six Pence in Savannah, GA

Placemat from Blowing Rock, NC

Moo Moo and Pop Pop - the NC grandparents.

Joan and Cooper

Cooper, Savannah, Summer and Glenn

Saying good night was actually saying "so long, until next time." I leave my grandchildren in the very capable hands of their mom and dad, great parents who work so well together to raise independent, free-thinking, individuals.  Not an easy task, especially in these days and times. 

We are back home in Allie now and Lucy is purring softly on the ottoman, happy that her mommy and daddy are home-sweet- home. 

Deep thought for the day:  Grandchildren are like snowflakes - no two are ever alike and you adore each one for their unique individuality.