It wasn't much, but we'll take it! (though these two girls thought it put a real crimp in their style!)

We are supposed to get a little more in the next day or so. I hope so. This year has been a real bummer as far as snow is concerned. It has only snowed twice and both time just a dusting and gone by noon.

What is it about waking up to newly fallen snow that never fails to bring a smile to your face? Is it the purity of the whiteness, or the hushed noise level? Is it just that it happens so seldom here and thus is such a rare surprise? I don't know, but it sure seems to affect everyone in my family this way. Do folks in snowier areas feel this way, too? Does the dreamy feeling last as long as the snow lasts? If so, then I'm headed for Alaska.