The winter started off magically, with a lovely, fresh, layer of snow just in time for Christmas. Having a white Christmas seems to make it all that much more special.
It snowed again the next week, several inches of fluffy flakes that sparkled in the sunshine and twinkled in the moonlight.
It snowed again the week after that, enough snow this time to make travel difficult and close the schools. The children were ecstatic. The driveway was full of ruts and ice. The car got stuck. The motor club was called to tow it out as it would neither go forward nor backward, but sat stubbornly wedged between snowbanks with its tail end halfway into the street.
It snowed every day the week after that, and then it snowed as soon as that was cleared off the street.
Admittedly, we have wonderful and picturesque views of the winter wonderland that surrounds us, but a few storms ago the snow stopped being quite so picturesque.
I think I could handle it if we had already gotten our quota of magic for this season.
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