|"Snowfall on the Farm", pastel, Johanna Bohoy|
A light, fluffy snow started falling around noon today, and soon the streets were slick and frosted over with snow. The flakes were large and feathery, and floated straight down through the windless air. My first college class of the semester was canceled tonight, so I was able to spend a cozy evening with Delycia and her son, Aaron, who had business down this way and stopped in for a sleepover in our guest room. We had my leftover chicken soup for supper, and then sat by the fire and felt the good friendship of family.