I love snow. But I don’t like the mess it creates in my life – getting the 25 miles to and from work, dealing with canceled appointments or events, whiny babies who are afraid of a little snow on the roads. Since I live in Kentucky, people have problems with snow. People here just act stupid when it snows. Period. Predict snow and watch the crazy people clean out the grocery shelves. Why someone needs to buy 20 cans of corn and beans for a 2 inch snow is a mystery to me.
I like snow the most is when it snows on a Friday night, after I’ve gotten home for the weekend. I can watch it show from the comfort of my kitchen, see the birds eat us out of house and home, and admire the beauty all while staying off the roads and out of the grocery stores.
I also like it when it is not too cold so I can go out and play in it a bit. I love taking snow pictures, but just will not do it if it is cold and windy. I’m a woos. But I also love to come back inside and curl up near the fire with an adult beverage of some sort. Mighty fine.
Snow days are great for cooking, too. I love to spend the day in the kitchen cooking and eating bunches of new things that I don’t typically have time for. One snow storm a few years ago, when they actually shut down the Interstates, I cooked so many new things,. That winter, I developed an entire bunch of new “standards” that we still enjoy regularly.
Bring on the snow! But wait till Friday night, please.