During the first snow of the season, I am like a little kid. I watch out the window. I delight in how quiet the neighborhood becomes. I chuckle at my dogs, who frolic, lay chase and even eat the snow. I am blessed, because my spouse does the snow-blowing. During the second snow of the season, I think how great it is to have a day to catch up on writing … blogs, prayers, notes and sermons. By the third snow of the season, I am longing for spring. Thanks be to our Creator for the four seasons!
