So New England is famous for many things: Fall, REAL maple syrup, History...and long, long, cold, snowy winters. This winter is no exception. Why is it that when packing up the Christmas tree and decorations my mind automatically jumps into "...and now it's time for spring..." mode? I mean, I've lived here long enough to know that there are still 3 more long, dark, bitterly cold months ahead. Followed by MUD SEASON. Spring is no where near. To prove it, we present the following evidence:
The photo above is of the 3 kids...in a snow bank...that towers over their heads and could be used as a ski jump.
This is a photo of Cass trudging home...(at least THIS year we can see our porch railing. 2 years ago Cass could stand on the snow bank that hid the railing AND she could touch the roof.)
Kayla....standing in a snow bank. 
And the boy...just being cute and loving the snow. To a child this is a winter wonderland of fun, snowballs, slipping and sliding, building snowmen, making forts and drinking hot chocolate. For a mom this means soggy clothes, driving with a white knuckle grip and a constant prayer, washing the hot chocolate mugs.....and...I confess...loving the smiles on those rosey cheeks.
