When it snows, I stay inside as much as possible. I look out the window and admire how pretty it is, but I don't usually venture out.
|This is the aftermath of a really lame ice storm we had a week ago. |
Can you even tell there's ice on the branches?
The blue sky is an anomaly for sure.
It's the end of January. Almost February. And it's raining again. We've had nearly constant cold but not quite freezing rain every day this week. This is definitely worse than snow.
We had one moment earlier in the month when snowflakes the size of cotton balls fell from the sky for an hour and melted as quickly.
I hate snow, but I'm disappointed. I count on at least one snow day in January, a morning where my kids and I scream, "Yay!!" and have a day-long pajama party.