It has been a GORGEOUS winter. I've loved feeling like we were living in a snow globe. Little flurries could constantly be seen outside our windows...snow covered every branch of every tree...the mountains looked like they had a thick, white blanket tossed right over them...for a few weeks there were giant, stunning icicles lining every roof in sight...and when evenings came the snow would turn a lovely orange-y pink color from the sunset, then at night the streetlights and moonlight make the snow almost glow.
But over the last couple weeks, the snow covering our yard has been melting, we can see grass starting to peak through, and tree branches everywhere are bare. To say I am excited to soon go to the park with the littles and play outside in the fresh air more often, well, that would be an understatement. But at the same time, my snow-deprived-childhood-heart is sad to see it go.
So call me crazy, but even near the end of this crazy-long winter that has pounded us with the snow, I still love this white stuff. I may not be a fan of driving in it, but it makes me grateful for a warm home and the time I get to stay inside all cozy with our little family. And knowing how much my Dad would love to get some powder back home in Washington, makes me appreciate it even more.
Anyone else out there love snow??