A wonder world of white.
It's a beautiful sight, so fluffy and lacy.
Yet this is where we'd like to be--sun, warm sand, ocean breezes.
To our family and friends in Canada this is just another day and nothing to be excited about. Winter is white and spring comes in its own time. Yet they too like to escape to the south, much farther than we are, to soak up some sun before returning to the long, cold winter.
This morning we awoke to a new blanket of snow. The old stuff from previous storms had just cleared away over the weekend and now we have a new, fresh, fluffy start. Our dogs are happy to be hopping and rolling around in it, following scents that none of us can see.
However, many are already saying "enough, I'm ready for spring." Maybe next week, maybe next month . . . We still have the windy month of March to endure; nevertheless, I'm keeping my eyes open for the first signs of spring. A few robins in the yard and some colorful patches of crocus.
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