@quietyard I grew up in the North Carolina sandhills where it rarely snowed and I loved the one or two times it snowed when I was growing up. Then I got married and moved to Northern Illinois. It snowed in November and we didn't see the ground until spring. By the time that first winter was over, I had had my fill of snow but there were 34 more years of it before we moved south!
Any day you wake up on the sunny side of the grass is a good day.
"The moving hand writes and having writ moves on. Neither all thy piety nor all thy wit can lure it back to cancel half a line nor all thy tears wash out a word of it." The Rubiyat by Omar Khayyam
