I was born and raised in New York state, where feet of snow and freezing temperatures where just the "norm" during the winter months. When I was 13, our family moved 5 hours south and we were lucky to get a few inches a year.
Even though I wouldn't consider our current geographical location as "southern", we are (just) south of the mason dixon line, so I guess I should be surprised that two inches of snow we got a couple weeks ago was treated like a full blown blizzard.
This snow fall was particularly beautiful. For just a few brief hours, it clung to the bare tree branches and transformed our backyard into a winter wonderland.
Even though I wouldn't consider our current geographical location as "southern", we are (just) south of the mason dixon line, so I guess I should be surprised that two inches of snow we got a couple weeks ago was treated like a full blown blizzard.
This snow fall was particularly beautiful. For just a few brief hours, it clung to the bare tree branches and transformed our backyard into a winter wonderland.
The trees were screaming "photograph me!", so I bundled Peanut up and we headed outside. I did manage to get some good pictures, but apparently I have turned into a Southern girl - after 3 minutes I was ready to just admire the snowfall from the inside of the window.