Some people love snow, some hate it. I'm in between. I don't love it to the point of wanting it constantly, all winter long. But geesh! I would love just one, good, significant snowfall a year.....just one, and I'd be happy. Last week, as we were doing school, I noticed some flakes falling. The kids got all excited! But I knew they weren't calling for snow, so the chances that this would amount to anything were very, very slim. After all 7 snowflakes fell, and the children gave a collective "Awwwww", we went on with our day.
I'm still holding out hope. There's a good bit of winter left, so maybe a snowstorm is still in our future. Maybe?