Ever since we moved here from Minnesota we have gotten a lot of questions about snow. At first I didn't understand, but now that I have lived here awhile, I can see how it would be difficult to know what it means to REALLY get snow, if one has never lived in it.
I've been so delighted to see the daffodils coming out and the weather turning so warm. I'm a little worried that we are in for it this summer! Still we are wearing sweaters and staying "cozy". In Minnesota people would go swimming in this kind of weather, and all you would see is shorts, at the moment they are getting excited about the possibility of temps between 30 and 40 degrees. Makes me grateful for the near 80 degrees we have been experiencing. Well, today my father sent me a picture that some friends of theirs in upstate New York took, of a road near their house. I thought I would share it with all of you.
I can remember large piles of snow that reached above my head. Digging into the giant heaps we would build tunnels and burrows. One winter we built a snow hill off the side of our garage, and spent many a day sledding off of it. There was always hot chocolate when we came inside, and the radiators were warm and ready to receive our winter gear, so that when we ventured out next they were toasty, dry, and warm.
Ezra was standing at the computer with me when I was reading this entry. When he saw the picture he said, "Woah! Where is that?" Very impressive.