what is it about people who rarely if ever see snow, that they think they are being deprived...
If I see another foot of snow in the next five years I'll go crazy...
Oh, I have lived in places where snow was measured in feet, and yeah, I was tired of it by the end of winter, but the following spring would be so much more meaningful.
Where I live now, the leaves don't change in the fall, we have had two months of straight rain (par for the winter), spring looks like any other season, and summer feels like an endless steam bath. There is no feeling of renewal and rebirth and life is painfully linear.
Thanks for sharing the pictures guys, they bring back a lot of great memories; a smile to my face and warmth to my heart.