I can hear the snow still pelting against the back door glass in my office, and the ground is blanketed in white stuff. I’m one of those Indiana residents that hate the cold, dreary days of winter – but I do love that first snow that makes everything look clean and beautiful.
I remember once when Ben was a kid, it was a day that was simply perfect for snow…the temperature was hovering around 32 degrees and the flakes were huge and fluffy. He got so excited at the prospect of building a snowman, but the snow passed too quickly and turned to rain. I remember the look on his face as his hopes were dashed. No way you can let something like that happen. Right? We piled in the car and drove to my Great Aunt’s house in Indianapolis — sorta like snow chasers I guess — and arrived at her place in time to craft a pretty darned respectable Frosty wanna-be.