Well, almost. Two more days to go. But it's pretty darn chilly around here, at least for NJ, so I'm not quite thinking Spring just yet. Although it has been a pretty warm winter, with only 1 fairly good snowfall. As someone who grew up by Lake Ontario, winter just isn't winter without snow. Unfortunately there's that pesky little global warming issue and while my mom still lives in upstate NY she just doesn't get the snow that we used to.
So I've been reminiscing a little about the good 'ole days of winter. When "Storm of the Century" meant like 10 feet of snow - all at once. Too bad I don't have a copy of the picture of me sledding down the snowbank in our front yard. That one was taken after a particularly good storm and landed in the local newspaper.
But still - a few pictures from when I was young and of course one from our one & only snow storm this year in Jersey. The girls had off from school, so the two of them and Tara's boyfriend Adam headed outside to build a snowman. One of only a few I saw, but maybe the great artistic-ness of theirs scared off other wanna-be builders.
(Here I am, 3-years old with my dog Laddie helping me build a snowman.)
(Top snowman in the neighborhood! Hair courtesy of Adam.)
