white as snow. We get very excited over half-an-inch of snow around here. Schools close, people rush out to buy necessary food in case of being "trapped" inside by the MASSIVE amounts of snow that falls in this area. Oh, and let us not neglect the anual rush to the mound/hump we call a hill. Sledding down it is the thrill of a lifetime for flatlanders.


tomorrow it will be slush. Ah well, it's beautiful while it lasts. Somehow I know I wouldn't quite appreciate snow as much as I do if it came every-day. It is a mystery to behold when it does come and an excited time for many youngsters. Building snowforts, making snow angels, the classic building of a snowman and the scavenging to find a carrot for its nose.
Or in my siblings case, the building of many little snow men all across our road. So that, when you drive through the neighborhood you have the choice of either running over the little snowmen or finding a new way to get home. "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."