As I’m typing this, the snow is very lightly falling outside. So lightly, I can barely see it. It’s too cold for those giant, lacy snowflakes I like to catch on my tongue. They are tiny icy snowflakes that just barely dust the ground in a fine powder. The kind you can blow like confetti.
This winter has been much colder than others I remember. And I give myself permission to complain about it for at least 2 more months. I’ll stop near the end of March when it is my birthday and the first day of spring. It will probably keep snowing through the spring if the plentiful snow we’ve already had is any indication. I’ll wish and hope for a spring as warm, lovely and vibrant as last year’s.