Only a born-and-bred Southerner can fully
appreciate…
c e l e b r a t e…
bLoGeRaTe…
a sad, tired, pitiful excuse of snow, which of course sends the masses for bread and milk and closes schools during exams.
{View from our kitchen window, overlooking our hilly backyard behind a brick wall.}
I'm sure those under mountains of snow are just shaking your heads and blessin' my heart, but all I know is Sunday afternoon while it flurried frozen sparkles and magic all afternoon, I lived in a snow globe.
And for a tiny sliver of time, it was the happiest place on earth :).
I also love snow. Us Arkansas girls appreciate it when we can get it!
I want to come to where you are. That is a perfect amount of snow. I’ve got 6-foot drifts. I hate snow.
My oldest son is worried that it will snow on the day he has standardized testing at school. We live in Houston. I don’t think he has anything to worry about! (although it DID snow last year – twice!)
The Canadian in me is now staring out the kitchen window at whiteout conditions. Barely 5 miles to my west, a military air assault composed of a C-130 Hercules and numerous helicopters is rescuing hundreds of motorists stranded on a highway that’s been nailed with two days (!) worth of intense snowfall and high winds.
It’s Dante’s Inferno, winter edition here. And I still have to walk the dog. Darn.
Thank you for this delightful glimpse. Subtle application of snow is much more soothing to the soul.
Oops, almost forgot. Here’s a glimpse of what it looked like last week:
Hasn’t changed a whole lot since then.
Melissa, A leetle goes a loooooooonnnnggggg way when you’ve lived where I live! 🙂