Here in the Wild, Wild West

I realize that for some folks snow holds no romance.

I on the other hand love the stuff.

I commute 120 miles a day, 5 + days a week just to wake up as I did this morning.

I can't get enough. I am 51 years young and I still feel like a 4 year old toddler on Christmas morning.

About 5 am the sound of rain faded and all became quiet.

Miss Mari got up to feed the livestock and promptly announced,

" It's snowing."

I know.

My best buddy and confidant knows what this means to me . You see , snow is my friend.

The various properties, wet , soft, dry, hard, warm, cold , big , small etc are why I love the white stuff so.

I made the choice , the very weekend I had my first date with Miss Mari that I would live where I could see the blessed stuff fall from the sky like the miracle it is.

Enough said .

I need to finish making breakfast so I can go play.........