A lot of people like snow.

I find it to be
an unnecessary freezing of water.

-Carl Reiner

I guess I missed the memo; went ahead and hung my laundry like always.

Did a bit of busywork, paid the bills.

Some time later, I look outside, and whattayaknow, there’s snow on the pants.

Next day, the snow is all gone.

Everywhere but at our house.

Here’s the view of the neighbor’s yard:

Here’s us.

Two full days later, the kids are seriously still sledding.

We live on some sort of geothermic anomaly, the snow never goes away, the driveway stays icy until June. I am given odd looks because I wear my boots out when the rest of the world has long since thawed and melted, and I am forced to explain, “We still have snow.”

But, I’m happy we got snow; it definitely makes the frigid cold worthwhile.

And the kids do love it so:

(Check out the boys’ Davy Crockett hats from Grandma Helen.)

So, I’ve decided snow is all right for one day, but after that it has overstayed its welcome. Like fish and visitors, it stinks after three days. That’s the official word and I’m sticking to it.

Your take on snow? Love it or leave it?