As I look outside the glass bowl that is this modern Fonthill home, I am shocked.
“Whaaaat?!” I say, as I take my first step up the stairs and I am greeted with my first glimpse of the day. Granted I haven’t read the weather forecast in a week, my surprise is warranted upon seeing very large, slow moving snowflakes float to the ground… and stick? I’m aghast.
Welcome Spring. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, Mother Nature is a fickle woman.
It really is pretty though. Dreamlike.
This glass bowl I refer to has some amazing views into the outside world: skylights showcasing the tops of bare trees, their branches form web like patterns as they overlap one another; floor to ceiling windows show vantages of the south, north and east. I crane my neck to look up and see the pale grey sky shift and shape and form into feather soft flakes, with minds of their own as they ever so slowly fall a storey and a half to the ground; each individual adding to the weave of what appears to be the mottled green and white blanket of the ground.
There are no bunnies here.