I know. It’s January. But I just ran across these photos from September & found it funny how enticing plain old green grass looks. Don’t you just want to run across that field? Or have a picnic right in the middle of it?
I have a funny feeling that come mid-July I’ll look at the photo below and be filled with nostalgia for those cozy winter snowfalls.
The truth is that I’m content with our four seasons. They’re not all my favorite *cough* winter *cough*, but I’m not sure I’d appreciate the first hint of warm air in spring without these freezing days of tromping through slush. And frankly, we haven’t even had much slush to tromp through yet this year!