It's been snowing here since October.

Hero doesn't escape
show knows where the food is.

Ah April... how does it go? April showers bring May flowers? Yes that's it. Did they mean snow showers? They must.

My boss just sent me an email stating that it's snowing in Colorado Springs today. I replied back that it's been snowing here since October. I didn't specify October 1st because it probably wasn't necessary. 

We have had piles of snow all winter long. So much snow, that in my 30 weeks of being pregnant, I had to hike 6 blocks pushing a baby in a stroller, over snowy streets, to retrieve one of my dogs that walked out of the yard. Our fence is at least 5 foot high, but you haven't been able to see it since December.

Dan has been out of work twice this winter from a pulled neck muscle due to shoveling. At least that's what we tell people. The first time it happened he was putting on a shirt, the second time he was washing his hair, but it's probably from shoveling.



There is a man out there shoveling
the snow is up to his head.

Yesterday, I went out and started Dan's truck for him in the morning. When I opened the door of the truck, the wind blew and covered both the interior and myself with wet snow. You don't need coffee in the morning when you get a shot of snow up your bathrobe.  HELLO I'M AWAKE!

Don't get me wrong, I love snow. I love admiring it from a window, watching it fall while sipping a cup of hot cider, and waking up on Christmas to the ground and trees sparkling. There is also nothing more spectacular than a partly sunny day, when you catch a snowflake on your finger. Really look at it. It is totally magnificent and something everyone, everywhere should admire at some point in their life.


Good thing she likes it.

We moved to the mountains and I knew what I was getting into. People up here celebrate the snow, the more the merrier. The resorts will stay open this year until July 4th, or at least that's the rumor. I will continue to admire it from the inside of my warm house, and only from October to Christmas. After that I will continue to complain until August, when the last of it melts.