tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post4705862739508730363..comments2023-10-17T12:09:55.180-04:00Comments on Melmoirs: Without warning, winterMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01886668831972641673noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post-88218706230173845222010-12-07T21:59:15.201-05:002010-12-07T21:59:15.201-05:00Shell, you are definitely in the minority in my wo...Shell, you are definitely in the minority in my world. I am not loving the snow. Any snow. I find myself saying more and more, Why do people live here? Why don't we all have a mass migration south for 6 months each year? Of course, I am not a fan of weeding, either--at least not for extended periods of time. Nor shoveling. About 5 minutes and the evidence of a visibly cleared path are quite sufficient for my feelings of accomplishment. Then? Done. ; )Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01886668831972641673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post-9151457205462202762010-12-04T10:41:08.121-05:002010-12-04T10:41:08.121-05:00I know I'm in the minority, but I love snow. A...I know I'm in the minority, but I love snow. And I don't even ski. I love waking up that first day and seeing either a delicate dusting of white (like this year) or a soft, but heavy, blanket covering everything. So I was quite excited the other day to see the dusting. I even like shoveling snow -- I like the physical, repetitive nature of it, like weeding a garden (another favorite activity of mine). I'm strange, I know. ;-)<br /><br /> - ShellAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com