I love snow. I am giddy at the sign of the first snowflake. I realize that spring is more than a month away, but I'm ready for warm weather and the snow to be gone. Today's quarter-inch of snow, sleet, and ice leave me less than thrilled.



I remember when we would visit St. Louis from California, winter was fun, a novelty of sorts. Then we would fly home and be greeted by the warmth again as we departed our plane and walked out into the warm, balmy, smog of Los Angeles or Burbank. Now we have winter, all winter long... it seems to arrive somewhere around late Ocotber, early November and sticks around sometimes as late as the end of April. It reminds me of the book I read to my class, Old Man Winter.