I often walk past this unassuming little chapel. It just sits there chilling next to a barn and a farmhouse. One day I realized that it was over 350 years old, so more than 100 years older than the United States. Carry on, little chapel. No doubt you will sit there long after I am gone.

Small white chapel with a steep roof sitting on a snow-covered hillside next to a wooden barn.

This morning was not a great time to be outdoors. I didn’t mind the cold and rain so much as the wind (which rendered an umbrella useless). As I ascended out of the valley, the rain turned to sleet and snow (and back into rain again when I descended).

Landscape view of rolling farm fields mostly covered in snow leading down to a gray lake and a fog-shrouded valley.

Our valley got light snow overnight (our second snow of the season). It made for a very pleasant walk this morning. Now it’s time to cook a belated Thanksgiving meal. I’m thankful for the snow! (among many things)

View of somewhat snowy valley with a gray lake. Some green is poking up from the grass. The sky is mostly cloudy with a small clear blue patch.