I hate snow. I didn’t always hate snow but I hate it now. As this has been a weird winter, I sort of guess I’ll need to just deal with it. If not, my crying will likely freeze tears right to my face. If it wasn’t for the cold and wet and the hazardous driving, and the cold and the wet, I might enjoy the snow itself well enough. It is pretty after all.
I was up sort of early this morning and snapped this picture of a bridge in town. You know, I sort of have a thing for bridges…especially blue ones apparently. Anyhow, I thought this was a pretty scene. Of course my feet got wet and snow ran clear down my back to…well…you know…clear down my back as it melted. It’s still falling like crazy and the kids are out of school for weather rather than our water disaster. I suppose there is happiness in my house…or will be when everyone finally wakes up!