I just went out to check on the dog (who has finally decided being in his doghouse when it is wet out is not cruel and unusual punishment) and unplug the Christmas lights. To my delight there is a bit of snow making its way down and a couple of wet inches on the ground.
Maybe it has something to do with having a December birthday or maybe I am just crazy as most people would suggest but I really do love snow. I love how the world looks under a soft blanket of white. I love how the Christmas lights seem to shine brighter when it is snowy. I love making snow angels and playing in the snow. I love coming back inside to hot chocolate, fuzzy socks, and a good book. I also love that the winter wonderland only last a few months and then we are on to something new.
By the time I forget how much I love the snow, it is time for spring and my favorite flowers. In the meantime, I will do a little jig of delight when the snow falls, feel a little let down when the weather warms up in a few days and it is gone, then dance with delight again when the big snow storms hit and the white stays around for awhile.
As for the dog, I feel a little bad about him being out in the cold (his blanket is in the dryer getting all warm and toasty - I know it won't last long) but at least he has finally learned that his doghouse with the nice little carpeted mat and sides is shelter not punishment.