i don't love snow

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There is no snow where I live. Of course not. It's Carlsbad.  I live here because of the good weather.

I don't want to live where it snows.  Walking out into the freezing cold instantly puts me in a bad mood. My body tenses. My teeth hurt. It's not a pleasant sensation.

But I miss watching snow fall. I miss getting under a heavy quilt in a cold room and snuggling up to my big bear of a husband hoping that we would be snowed in the next day.  I miss the quiet mornings after a storm.

Today I woke up to lawn mowers.

The grass is greener here in Carlsbad, but right now I'd take a day or two of white out.

persuasion

I don't live where is snows. I like it that way.

Last Friday it was eighty degrees and I wore flip flops while I baked Christmas goodies.

But every now and then my dad likes to remind me how beautiful the snow can be. He sends me photographs that he has taken around his icy home. Maybe it is his last ditch effort to persuade me to move back closer to my family.

It's not a bad tactic. It works pretty good.

For about ten minutes or so, and then I realize I really like to look at snowy photos, but I love living in a warm climate.

Nice try Dad. Your photos are amazing, but I think I'll stay right where I am.

the greatest snow on earth

The boys hit the slopes, and hit the slopes, and hit the slopes. . .





Even Finn played all day in the snow.





Personally, I preferred a little warmer location.

I am now the proud owner of this little number in not one, but two colors.

winter song

The snow came down softly all day long. We stayed indoors and prepared a Sunday feast not soon to be forgotten. The whole family was here, crowded and noisy and happy to be together. The children played games at our feet and we told stories of our travels and adventures over the last few months.

Tomorrow we venture out into the cold to play.

Here's a little something I'd like to share with you.