Snow Kidding!

Would you believe it's snowing again?   Looking out my studio window, my nearest neighbor's house is just a  feathery haze.  Who shook that snow globe?

     Can you believe this is the entry to my garden?  (For Olivia old timers, this is where the greenhouse used to stand.)   I was  out there just the other day, covering my precious roses.  I remember hoping for a generous snowfall to tuck them in under their wire and leaf protections.  Perhaps I hoped too fervently.   There my little beauties lie, to the left of the tall post that is supposed to encourage upward mobility for my wisteria.    They sleep like I do, without even their noses poking out from the covers.
     In weather like this all I want to do is sleep..  My alarm clock has an unlimited snooze function.  So does the handly little timer leftover from my Pampered Chef days.  The first gives an extra nine minutes, the second an amount equal to the amount you just had.   My husband only  tolerates two snooze in the morning.  His voice can accomplish what no alarm can--instant awakening.
     I've always been a sleep hound.  I can get by on  three hours a day, as long as I get another 8 at night.
Although it makes me unproductive, this is a trait to be cherished.  Many people, especially as they age, lose their ability to sleep.  My sister lays awake until 3 a.m. and yet arises at 8.  She rarely naps.   She has one million quilts to her credit for all that time I would waste sleeping.  Yet I think she would trade with me if she could.
      So let it snow (as if I could stop it).  Let's all join my roses for a long winter's nap.