snow.

Snow.

snow.

snow.

snow.

snoooow

not a lot.

every step the kids made this morning left behind a grass footprint.

that was exciting for them.

the girl saw the wet flakes falling this morning and jumped up and down excited to go sledding.

not yet, little one.

thankfully

i guess i must acknowledge.

the snow will come.

i can't stop it.

i'd miss a white winter if i lived elsewhere.

it's not the white i dislike.

it's the cold.

it's the ice storms.

it's the slush.

it's the scraping of the car windows.

it's the horrible drivers.

i love the white.

i love the sunny snow covered days.

i just don't want them yet. 

they can come when my Christmas decorations come out.

Dec. 1st.