Monday I awoke to a light snowfall. I sat up in bed and watched it now on an old pair of fir trees that take up much of the window.
On Tuesday it kept on snowing.
The first snowfall of the year always brings with it a warm and happy feeling.
When it does happen, that is.
Snow’s no longer something we can take for granted here.
When I was small, it used to snow a lot.
In recent years not so much.
We’ve been getting used to snowless Christmases that come and go without any snowflakes.
Blame it on global warming?
But when it does snow, it’s all the more special.
Do you get snow where you live?