I grew up in the snow belt, along the shores of Lake Erie, so you wouldn't think I'd be very excited to see snow. Indeed, my oldest friends and my brother in Ohio are all complaining about the abundant snow fall so far this winter. And I sympathize with them, really I do. But other than one really nasty ice storm, and several episodes of very cold rain, we have had a boring, snowless winter. I like snow, as long as I can view it from the inside of my nice warm house. So imagine my delight when I woke up this morning and the world had turned white!
Brian sent me flowers last week. Aren't they lovely?