We woke up and saw a carpet of fresh snow. What followed was a frantic search for the winter gear still stored in the basement.
Hats, gloves, boots and snowpants were found and we were out to enjoy the thin layer of snow.
In the middle of December, snow is novel and fun. I wonder what kind of winter is in store and how we will feel about snow in early March. Will we rush to the window and throw on our coats? Or will we sigh and wish we could go out without all the fuss of mittens and boots?
