I am remembering that when I was a kid, our best snows always came in January. Each year we would hope for a white Christmas, but honestly, it was even better in January; this meant "No School!" We had to hurry out into the fluffy, white world because we knew it would not last past noon. The sun would break through and the snow would be...gone! I just love it, the snow! Fred loves it too - slipping and sliding around, sticking his nose into the snowy little piles, sniffing the snow smells. We will bundle up and go for a walk! We better hurry. Soon it will be gone!
