At Home on a "Snow Day" Missing Winter

One of the best perks of teaching are snow days.  Don't get me wrong... I am not complaining about my day off.  But a day off because of ice just does not have the same magic as a day off from snow.  I've been living in the south for over 15 years now.  I think I will miss winter as long as I'm living here.  Winter is quite possibly my favorite season - and to me - winter means snow.

 

I grew up in the snow belt in the mountains of Pennsylvania.  The Woodsman calls my parent's farm the frozen wasteland.  My mother dreams of living in Florida for the Winter.  Most winters it starts snowing sometime in early November, and doesn't really quit until the end of March.  There is almost always snow on the ground for those four months. I love it.  I hate leaving the farm when it's so beautiful and snowy knowing that as soon as I drop down over the mountain the snow will be gone. 

 

I know that some of you are perfectly happy with a flake or two every now or then.  But I dream of moving North.  So, begging your pardon - but this is winter.

 

Sledding on the Lane

Taking the Tabogen down through the field

After the Snow Ball Fight

The Plow Mound

Icecicles

Real snow, Real skiing, Real Cold (10 degrees)

Suited Up and Ready to Head Out