I think people who live where it snows much are much more likely to grow to hate it. I grew up where snow meant playing outside, missing school, and other good things. Snow down this way never has a chance to get dirty - there's not much less pleasant to look at than those big piles of dirty snow you guys have to deal with.
As a kid I actually enjoyed it. I think sometime in my teen years when it meant shovelling multiple days a week before school, dealing with the cold and not being able to play football for the entire winter months at the park ruined it for me.
Yeah, but we don't even have snow plows.
EPIC. Love snow....The snowman cometh.
Hobbit in the snow.
This is within walking distance of us. I'd photographed this pond I don't know how many times - and I just can't get enough of it.
This waterfall is not that far from us but up a WICKED hill. So, I hope you all appreciate we climbed up there in knee-high snow to take a picture.
Great. We've got some. Come on over.
That's what I mean. For me, it never got that bothersome. I have to shovel once a year. It's part of my winter exercise regimen. Consistency is key - I never skip that exercise...unless we don't get enough snow.
When I was 18, we had a big snow in South Carolina - 18" in 24 hours. After the first foot fell, they sent out the sand trucks. Then the other 6" piled on. The only plows they had were on the sand trucks, and were useless with that amount of snow.
Done!!!Great. We've got some. Come on over.
Careful, Simon - she'll take that as a promise. We love company.
We like to feed people and take them hiking.
Where is the love button?
Luckily it seems like a pretty easy one. And it's open notebook!Nobody told me there was going to be a math quiz tonight....
