So what made me think of this on a tropical 100+ degree day - longing that's what! Don't get me wrong I like Summer and Fall especially, but nothing will delight me more than those first few flakes of snow gently falling to the ground. I probably should have moved further north - like Alaska, but that's not where life decided to lead me.
The Hubster is highly entertained everytime it snows, as I rapidly revert to a 5 year old with every inch that falls and settles. A couple of years ago we got 6 inches in a day and as you can see above, I was out there enjoying it!
Even more thrilling, after 6 hours of snow, the local TV station gave out the ok and recipe for 'snow' ice cream and I got to make and eat some. The days of really heavy snowfall seem to have gone around here, but I'm ever hopeful that one day we'll get 20+ inches.
Why do I love snow so much? A few reasons I can come up with include: it makes me feel childlike again, the total silence that you only get after a few inches of snow, the sound of snow falling gently around me, the beauty a covering of snow gives to everything, being warm inside and gazing out at it, or being outside playing in it.
Snow isn't the same in the UK. First of all where I lived you didn't get much and when you do it only occasionally sticks or accumulates. The beauty aspect is shortlived, as it rapidly turns into dirty slush with all the traffic. The Brit's also panic at the sight of even an inch and the whole country will grind to a halt! Over here anything under a foot doesn't cause any kind of problem, we are just better prepared.
So despite it being July and the height of summer, I am already counting down to winter hopefully. There's nothing more I love than getting up and having to reach for a pair of my snowboots, which also just happen to be my favourite footwear of choice!