Yep, definitely not in Florida anymore. And I have to say, finding 4 inches of snow on the ground in October was quite the wake up call. We’ve had a great summer here in Scotland, but the reality is that winter is long and dark and cold and wet. But for now, we are giddy and naïve with the joy that the first snow of the season brings with it. By February I am sure we will be cursing this forsaken country and swearing to never complain about 100 degree Texas summers ever again. But for now, we're still in awe of all that white.
The sight of snow instantly energized me after my transatlantic flight, and as soon as I freshened up, we suited up for a trip to the park. We were dog sitting for friend, so we took Bailey and our guest, Kady, for a leisurely jog and they got plenty of off leash time to romp in the snow.
Is there anything more beautiful than two dogs playing in the snow? I couldn’t stop snapping photos of these two.
Bailey's natural demeanour is one of perpetual joy, but let her play in some snow and she is purely jubilant.
It’s fun to watch, but not so fun to bathe her after every potty break.
I doubt I’ll ever get tired of photographing this place. And no matter how cold and dark and miserable it gets, I hope I can always appreciate how blessed I am to have such a beautiful landscape to run along.
And this next picture is perhaps my most favorite of our time here so far:
It just captures so much of what I love most about life in Scotland. Which I need reminding of right now, because I desperately miss my momma already. Three whole weeks of someone doing my laundry, and taking me shopping, and making me dinner. Oh well. Back to the cold, dark, wet, messy, dusty, burgundy carpet reality that is the life of a housewife in Scotland.