Hoorah!!! I LOVE the snow!!! I live just north of Atlanta, Ga, in the southeastern US (for those of you in other countries) and we don't get much snow. So whenever it snows it feels like a gift. I have found myself walking through the house looking at my back yard, then the front, talking to my daughter and friends on the phone; it feels like a celebration! I've included a couple pictures in this post. I am wondering as I'm feeling all this, why? I think it's because as I look at the snow, it's the big fat flakes and they themselves look mystical. It's a sense of fun. It's a sense of clearing. It feels like a chance to run around and just play!

I know many of you life in the north and have snow for many months of your year and could be thinking... snow in March... I'm over it and ready for spring! I've lived many places and as a child, I was born in Minnesota, so remembered the snow as building forts, snow ball fights, catching the flakes on my tongue, the swishing of my snow pants. In fact the year we moved away, the drifts were taller than me and even my dad! I'm one of 5 and we'd go outside, get all wet, come in, mom would throw the pants and coats in the dryer, we'd have hot chocolate; then bundle up and out we go again! Perhaps this is what created the memory that snow is fun and magical!

I haven not been lately but I used to go once a year to the mountains for skiing, snow mobiling and more. I've missed that. As I'm writing this, I believe I'll add this to my list to manifest!! When I did going skiing, I was glad to go and enjoy; then return to the lack of snow and lack of the hassle! For those trips, it was the cold crisp air, the crunch of the snow, the sailing down the slopes.... Ah, I'm loving it even now!

 The bulbs are always so strong and hopeful!

 Me in front of a waterfall in Yellowstone!