"And Snow it Begins" -or- "Honey, where's the ice scraper"

Every year around May, we somehow forget that it actually gets cold at the other end of the year. I've always figured it was a coping mechanism: Better to forget that unless you live in the Tropics, there's about a 100% chance that you'll be getting frozen junk falling from the sky at some point in the future. And I don;t know about you, but I prefer to spend my mornings in bed, not shoveling. And in my t-shirt, not a heavy coat.

A dusting this morning

Just some flurries, but that'll change

Here we go!