The Fourth Day of Christmas
One of my favorite parts of winter is sitting in my nice warm house during a snowstorm, looking out the window and watching the snow peacefully fall under the street lamp. I love how that makes me feel. (Also, it is very difficult to take a picture of this, and so I hope you enjoy the one I managed to get which involved leaving my nice warm house during tonight's snowstorm.)
However, lovely as it is, I really do hate to go out in the storm. Unfortunately for me, I now live in a place where I can say it is pretty much always snowing. It's like background noise...so omnipresent that you stop noticing it's even there. So far (and please remember that winter doesn't even officially start for a couple more days), our town has received 51.5 inches this season, even though the big storm that hit the Midwest last weekend missed us. And that's A LOT, even accounting for the fact that I grew up in Utah, which has a lot of snow of its own.
Last year, my first winter here, I was scared half out of my mind to leave the house and have to actually drive in the snow, but this year I'm practically a snow-driving pro. Practically. Except when I forget and try to go up the hill instead of down. But, besides that, I am driving in this crazy snow like it's nothing.
Because, when it comes right down to it, I have to finish my Christmas shopping somehow. And we also have to have groceries and send our children to school. And it all involves going out into the storm.
I might even stop hating it by next year.
How do you feel about the snow?