I woke up this morning to snow. Not a lot, of snow just a little. It was the sort of snow that as a child in oklahoma would have had me celebrating and looking for gloves to make a snowman. An ill fated prospect, as there is not quite enough snow to cover the grass, the concrete is just wet or in some patches icy. Nowhere near enough snow for a snowman. But as a kid in OK, you take what you can get. It was very reminscant of childhood. My friends, mostly native Minnesotans and Iowans, remember big snows, and things like sledding off the roof of the garage onto drifts and stuff. Not me. I do remember a displaced northerner ice skating on the street once, in Tulsa. Occasionally there was enough snow that dad would take us out in one of those disk sleds and spin us by a rope around him and let us go like a sling stone down the side yard. But not often. All in all very remiscant of childhood.

But I didn't get a chance to use my new snowthrower!