Cliff took this picture earlier today. Yes, it's lovely. However, my appreciation for snow lessens with grandchildren here: I had forgotten how kids go in and out, tracking snow inside to make puddles for me to step in, in my stocking feet. I had forgotten how they soak their shoes, socks and gloves and expect someone to make them be dry instantly; and how they lose gloves and shoes and wonder why I don't know where they are. Nobody can enjoy snow like a child, though. I think I vaguely remember how much fun it used to be. Barely.