I saw snow flakes yesterday. They were there, floating in the air, taunting me with their wet, white, icy selves. There weren't very many of them, but Shane dared them to take their place on the lawn, and challenged them to make my new year white.
He lost the challenge. We woke up today to beautiful, if not a little bit cold, weather. Seems the faith of the cold-blooded won out this time.
Yes, I realize we've gone around 100 days with no moisture from the sky. This could definitely put a cramp in my green grass dreams of the upcoming Summer, but seriously, who would wish for snow? (other than my four children, my husband and thousands of other little, selfish, warm-blooded people)
Rain, sure. Especially if it comes with 68-80° temperatures. That I can handle.
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I'm jealous. We're covered in a couple of feet of white stuff here. I'm cold and wishing for anything above 15 degrees.
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