Having been born and raised in Texas, experiencing a true winter--snow and all--was always a rarity for me. I would sit in front of the TV, glued to the Weather Channel, praying for just a few flurries to head my way. But in the short time since I traded in my Lone Star for a Keystone, I've seen snow more times than I have in all my years combined (..we'll keep exactly how many years that is a secret!). I can't tell you what a treat it is! There's nothing more peaceful than watching snow fall on a crisp, cold day! Every Pennsylvanian that I've told this to always responds the same way, "Give it some time--you'll change you're tune!". But until then, I've been enjoying every second of it...yes, even when it turns brown in piles on the side of the road. But this new-found love hasn't only been for my husband and I. Our furry daughters are getting quite a kick out of it too! The first time they stepped onto a snow-covered ground was probably the funniest thing I've ever witnessed. Dixie (the Lab) darted into the field with no hesitation. Daisy (the Yorkie) tip-toed for the first few steps, but it wasn't long before she was running after her big sister as fast as her 2 inch legs could take her, getting covered head to toe! Dora (we're not sure what Dora is...) was a completely different story! She took one step into the snow and once her feet disappeared she froze solid! She wouldn't move--backwards or forwards! She just looked at my husband and I with these big, sad eyes pleading for us to come get her! But after the second or third snowfall of having to sit on the sidelines and watch her sisters play, she finally decided to give it a try. Now it's an act of congress getting her--and her sisters--(okay, and me too) to come inside! What fun!
