March? I had a dream last night that it snowed. A lot. Not like several feet or even really more than a few inches, but a lot for the south eastern coast of North Carolina.
Every now and then I really miss snow. I don't miss the cold and the wind, but I miss that feeling when you look out the window in the morning and everything is white and peaceful looking. Mom claims she doesn't miss snow, Randy says he misses it a little. That makes perfect since to me: Mom didn't grow up with snow as a normal thing. I did. Randy grew up in Indiana, so he's used to snow too. I think the thing that bothers me most is that there really aren't seasons here. It can get a little tedious.
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