If it's snowing, it must be March

The past two mornings I've gotten up and looked outside to see a blanket of white everywhere. It's a beautiful sight from the tops of the trees to the blanket laying on the meadow. Of course, this little part of my world has no tire tracks, no slush from foot traffic, just deer tracks.

Where we are, we only get "a dusting of snow" or so I was told when I bought this house. That was in December of 2005. In March of 2006 we had what I was told was the heaviest snow in thirty years. (For me, timing is everything.) I remember watching Katie go down in the meadow with a neighbor dog and she looked at me with absolute confusion all over her face. She's a cocker/pomeranian mix and the snow was up above her belly. Her friend is a large dog, the snow came to just above her knees. I sat on my porch rocker watching them and thought, "if this is a dusting, what happens when it really snows?" Since then we usually only get "a dusting."

I love looking out at the snow covered ground and trees. However, I don't handle the cold and damp as well as I once did, so I'm looking forward to Spring. I'm ready to put another winter behind me and enjoy the sun and its warmth and the flowers. I'm looking forward to opening the house as soon as I get up in the morning and sitting out late in the evening taking in the view from the porch rocker.