I went to bed late last night and the snow had started to fall. When I woke up this morning we had big fat snow flakes falling and my woods were white.
Here late at night the snow is still falling. Long icicles hang from the eaves of the carport.
Will Spring ever come this year? I love snow. It is beautiful to look at. We used to go outside every time it snowed, dressed in heavy clothes we would not have worn in south Georgia where I grew up and lived over half my life.
The first year we were in this house, it snowed five times and always on weekends. I said it snowed for Barry. He was always home with me and Kodi, our Samoyd, on weekends and the three of us could romp outside. Kodi loved the snow which he had never seen until he was eleven years old.
But now, I don't play in the snow. I am careful when I walk on the steps, afraid I might fall and no one would be here to help me up if I broke something.
I am ready for sunshine on my shoulders, flowers nodding at me as I pass by, and a nice day for Tiger and me to take a walk.
What are you looking forward to in Spring?