As we stepped out the front door this morning it was apparent by the dusting of snow and the cold wind that winter has arrived. The flurries swirled around in the strong winds and the children had a big time as we walked to the school bus stop.
Memories of my young life in Buffalo, NY come to mind as I hurry back into the warmth of my daughters home. That was so many years ago and just like my grandchildren I loved to play in the snow to and from school.
The heaters are turned up….