i thought we moved to the south. to north carolina. where snow on december 4th is the stuff of legends. the stories of nostalgic yankees that forget their current coordinates. i thought i'd be wearing my denim cutoffs right through til next spring.
i was misled. the first days of winter here are no different than those of new england or france. i miss california. i do. BUT. the first snowfall is always magical. and a total surprise to yours truly. so today, i walked about my animals amongst the freshly fallen snow. and it was a delight.