Note:Now you know that I'm trying to get back in the swing of things around here...I'm writing a story for Featured Grownups!

Tell us a SNOW story... a bunch, none, some... stuck - sled - ski - snowfolks -

I'm not fond of snow. As a child, I loved it! Of course, I started out the first couple of years of my life is New Mexico. Who wouldn't love that dry white stuff perfect for snow forts, snow angels, snowmen and the infamous snowball fights?

Then we moved to desert-land, aka the Middle East. Actually there were moments of that rare snow but like snow in Texas, it didn't stay long. Then there was the snow of Scotland.

That broke me. Dreary cold stuff that was no fun to play in and after weeks and months. Well even as a kid I grew to bemoan the stuff.

As I sit here looking out at dark skies and snow flurries, wrapped in a sweat shirt, sweat pants AND a heavy sweater to ward off the 11 degree temps I wonder where that child went. That child who dreaded spring because it meant ol' Frosty would melt away in my memory.

 I do remember building a 8 ft snow angel complete with wings with my siblings and neighborhood kids that last year that we were in New Mexico(we even got our picture taken by the local paper). That's where the love of it went. Right into that snow angel and into her soul wherever she may be.

But then there are my children who have a tendency to remind you of the more romantic side of snow. I used to actually go out there and show them the snow angel technique(where you actually lay down) and the way to make the perfect base for a snowman. But nowadays age raises its ugly head and screams,"ARTH-I-RI-TIS FOOL!!"

And back inside I go to find a vat of tea tree oil salve and warm my bones by the fire.

It was nice while it lasted.