To be filed under Be Careful What You Wish For—it snowed. A lot. And as the wind blows, I keep having to move the same four-foot drift of snow away from the chicken house door as my glasses fog up and my back reminds me of my advancing years. But it sure does look pretty! Dean and I sat beside the window in a cafe yesterday, drinking hot coffee and sharing a crossword puzzle as the huge flakes drifted down against the gray landscape. The whole world outside that window was dripping with snow, the trees laden and drooping and frosted. Spectacular. And then we came home and shoveled some more. I asked for some winter, and hoo boy! It came. Best enjoyed from the warm side of a steamed-up cafe window.