Lately, whenever I write about the weather, it immediately does the opposite. Yesterday, it started snowing, which changed to rain and back to snow and occasionally to icy pellets. I wrote that I didn’t think it would stick on the valley floor. It stuck…and when I checked the weather before going to bed, the forecast was for 1 – 3 inches accumulation. It is early and dark and I don’t think there is more than an inch, but some “real” snow stuck – the ground is white!

I like Winter – at least a bit of it. I know from past experience that at this time of year I have had my fill of it and am ready for Spring like everyone else. But this year, having spent the Winter in a mild and sometimes quite warm climate, I’m enjoying this blast of Winter.

Yesterday was cold and gray and by evening the surrounding hills were white with snow. I sat in a dark motorhome and listened to the wind. And this morning am doing the same. The toppers are not flapping – they might be weighed down by snow/water/ice – and the wind is not the constant, howling wind of the last several days. It is a “storm” wind of occasional gusts and swirls of snow. It grabs at the flaps of the various vents in the motorhome, rattles the rooftop antennas and makes its presence known by the occasional draft near the door. The sound invokes that feeling of coziness at being inside in a warm and dry place – the sound of snow.