It always surprises me to hear people talk longingly of snow and ski slopes. I can't imagine snow being fun. Even as a kid I sort of half-heartedly went sledding or made snow angels. I was always miserable in cold weather. I also fell down on ice at least once every winter. Oh, my poor tailbone!
Recently we flirted with the idea of moving to Iowa City but when I imagined the snow I just couldn't quite get past that, no matter how many wonderful things I read about the town. The housing prices are incredible compared to the ridiculously high prices here. I could have had a three bedroom house. But then there's snow. And the humid, blazing heat of the summer.
No, I fear I am destined to be a renter here where it's temperate, never to decorate my own home. And that's going to have to be good enough.
On a day like this, it certainly seems like it is.