SNOW!

Let me repeat the title: SNOW!

Okay, so five inches is not a lot by national averages, but for two people who've lived in desert regions of southern California all their lives, who consider a whole minute of hail to be severe weather; they can safely consider the amount to be quite a lot. Especially when they have to shovel the driveway. But not after letting it melt and refreeze into icy blastedness. Silly southern Californians.

All shoveling woes aside, I managed to go on a little photo spree around the neighborhood. I was like a kid in a candy store soaking up the winter wonderland. And it's been about 15 years since I've seen it actually snowing, so it was really very magical :)

Gwen really did enjoy the snow, she was probably just afraid her jacket was going to swallow her alive.

My favorite trees around these parts: Aspens.

This brick wall reminded me of Christmas :)

Fashionable hot-cocoa-in-the-snow shot.

 

Not even the deer were quick enough to escape the blizzard.

 

 

Our beautiful home (for now).

 

Bunny tracks in the snow. How novel can you get?

 

 

 

Pippin discovered he could eat snow.

Living in the snow is pretty different than visiting the snow--even visiting for a whole week in Illinois-- because you know it will always come back (at least for the duration of winter), and there's no plane ticket out of it, because that's where home is. And as they say, "Home is where the diaper pail is." Or something like it.

The magic of that frozen precipitation may have tarnished a little, but it will always hold a special place in my heart. Until it melts.