I miss the snow real bad.
When I was in PA, they had THE biggest snowstorm of the century. We had a couple of feet for a couple of months. I’m not kidding. I’m a southern girl, raised in a southern world, and that snow was like a dream to me. Imagine (as I’m sure SC is doing finely right now) a world of winter and fluffy snow. It was cold, but not too cold. I had a beautiful navy coat that went down to my knees, and I felt like was in Narnia. I used to take walks down our street with the snow drifting all around me, wandering past lamp post after lamp post in Newtown. Newtown=Narnia. It made everything about winter more beautiful.
A cup of tea, coffee, or hot chocolate wasn’t just for yummy taste or caffeine. It was for comfort and a little bit of joy on those nights when we were snowed in. Fire places meant more than just a pretty dancing light in the living room. I actually had to buy snow boots so that all of my shoes wouldn’t ice over. I liked it.
It’s snowing all over the country right now. Just not here. I mean the weather is in the teens on a regular basis. Come on, Texas. If it’s going to be this kind of cold it needs to be beautiful outside. I think Texas in winter is like a frozen desert. Oh wait, it is a frozen desert. Bare bushes and fields of dead corn covered in frost. Not Narnia.
At the same time I can’t stop dreaming of Verana (where we went on the honeymoon). I want to either be in a sundress reading a book in a hammock, or in my snow boots walking around snow town. Just not the frozen desert.
Please, Texas, just a little snow.
