As I was going through some old photos this morning, I found this one my mom took back in the 70’s. It’s of her church down the street from her childhood home in upstate New York, and it has me dreaming of a white Christmas this year, something that only happens once in a blue moon here in Tennessee.
Doesn’t the idea of a small-town, snowy Christmas sound so idyllic? The freezing cold air, the crunch of the snow beneath your feet, the wool scarf around your neck to keep you warm. Sigh. We can dream, can’t we?
Happy Wednesday xoxo