The Sweet Anticipation of a Snowy Weekend

There’s a particular kind of magic in the moments before the snow begins to fall — that hush in the air, the stillness, the invitation to slow down and savor what’s right in front of us.

Today, my granddaughter is watching soft flakes drift down over Lake Oconee, and my parents are looking out over the golf course in Augusta, watching their backyard turn into a quiet winter painting in WestLake. And here in Mount Pleasant, the cold has settled in — crisp, clean, and full of promise. Even without snow on the ground (yet), you can feel the shift in the air… the whisper that something lovely is coming.

I made my little snow-day pilgrimage to Trader Joe’s to gather my comforts for the weekend ahead:

• ingredients for fresh sourdough bread

• cozy muffins

• hearty soups and crisp salads

• and plenty of add-ins for my OM superfood mushroom-blend hot chocolate. I love to top it with vanilla cold foam and marshmallows — because if there is ever a time for warm chocolate joy, it’s when snow is somewhere nearby

There’s something beautiful about leaning into a weekend like this. I’m planning on lots of reading, of course some writing, a few spontaneous solo dance parties in my kitchen, some long walks bundled in layers, and warm baths that feel like little blessings.

A winter weekend to myself — simple, soft, and good for the soul.

And perhaps the sweetest truth? The only thing that could make it better would be a hand to hold. But for now… for this moment… I’m perfectly content savoring it all on my own. 🥰

Honey Note 🍯

If you ever find yourself in a season where the quiet feels a little too quiet… remember this: fullness often returns in the simplest ways. A warm mug, a cold breeze, a soft snowfall, a heart that stays open. Joy has a way of finding those who keep choosing wonder.

With a heart full of love,

Honey 🍯 ❄️ ⛄️ 💕