This is the view from my window this morning. It's 43* outside, with just a bit of sunshine spotlighting my piece of the neighborhood. Clouds are draped over the tops of the mountains, and the prediction is for snow flurries by this evening. A winter storm watch.
As I sit here with my cup of sleepy time tea, I can't help but check outside frequently to see if the clouds have moved forward in my direction. The idea of snow can still turn me into a kid! When we do get a few flurries, I run outside and turn my face to the sky, arms outstretched, smiling. It makes me happy to my core. A glorious spring day can do that too, as well as a good rain, and a beautiful bird song
I lived in Lake Tahoe for seven years, and one of the reasons I moved was that, although looking at snow falling beneath a streetlight at night thrilled me, shoveling the stuff by myself year after year was overwhelming.
Now, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. I admit that. The first year I would shovel the whole driveway and park next to the house. By the second year, I was parking at the end of the driveway and shoveling a path to the front door. One evening I shoveled the end of the driveway, and pulled the car in, happy to know that when I left for work the next day it would be clear. Well, I got up in the morning to discover that I had been plowed in by a 3 foot pile of snow off the street.
Anyway, I'm keeping my fingers crossed for snow. I've put seed out for the birds, carrots for the rabbits, and sugar water in the hummingbird feeders. I'm ready. :)