Growing up, snow was not something I encountered very often.  I am from a small town in southeast Georgia called Brunswick.  It is very close to Florida and is a coastal town.  Brunswick does not really have seasons.  The weather is usually very hot and humid.  Winter does bring cold temperatures, but very seldom does it bring snow.  In fact, I can tell you exactly when it snowed in Brunswick during my lifetime.  It snowed in 1976 and in 1989.  I was in first grade when it snowed in 1976 and I was pretty excited.  There was enough snow to scrape off the cars to make a snowman about twelve inches tall.  In 1989, I was twenty years old.  That snow caused power outages, car wrecks, and closure of the causeway to the island.  (Southeast Georgia does not have the resources to deal with snow.)  Consequently,I think the magic of snow got lost in the inconvenience that it caused.

Now, I am a Southern Woman living in Salt Lake City, Utah.  I have been here for five years.  Some of the license plates around here claim that Utah has the greatest snow on Earth.  As I write this, snow is falling for the second time since Fall started.  After five years, I still adore the snow.  When you wake up to fresh snow, it looks like everthing was sprinkled with sugar.  There is nothing better than a hot beverage, a fireplace with a roaring fire, my snuggly husband, my warm, soft dog, and snow falling outside the window.  That is my favorite snow combination.  I also like the sound that my snowboots make when they crunch through the snow.  Unfortunately, skiing and snowboarding are not meant for me.  I took lessons, but those sports are just contrary to my instinct.  And, I am not known for being an athlete.  Snow-shoes are my friends, though.  Yes, I can walk.

So, you won’t hear me complaining about the snow.  Right now, I am drinking an americano at a cafe, watching the snow fall outside the window.  It was enough to inspire me to write my first blog post.  I hope you all get to experience the beauty of a snow day.