Winter made a dramatic entrance in our part of the world this week. On Sunday, it was a beautiful Fall day. On Monday, winter came. On Tuesday, we could barely leave our homes.
You have two choices around here when it comes to winter – you can whine and complain about it for months, or you can embrace it. I do a little bit of both. By the end of 4 or 5 long cold months, I get a little whiny. But at the beginning, when a blanket of fresh sparkly snow turns this place into a winter wonderland, I love it. Yesterday, as I trudged through a foot of snow in my heavy duty winter boots, down sidewalks that had yet to be cleared, I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty all around me – drooping branches tipped with white, fire hydrants with fluffy white hats, bundled children – showing nothing but their eyes – tossing snowballs at each other and laughing – it was all good. The girls and I spent about an hour outside last night, having a snowball fight, clearing snow off ccap’s car (it’s parked in our driveway), playing, and taking pictures. Julie tried to make a snowman, but it’s not really the right kind of snow (yes, for those uninitiated southerners, there ARE different KINDS of snow).