I really have a love-hate relationship with snow. I think it is so beautiful and serene…until you have to actually maneuver in it and it becomes an icy, slippery death trap.
I don’t really understand people who love snow to the level of wanting to live somewhere like Alaska. But then, this is coming from the mouth of someone wanting to live in Utah. Where we just got over a foot of snow. Maybe I’m a little masochistic, or maybe I am just a little too in love with the mountains to ever leave. But something I do enjoy about snow is when it is freshly fallen and undisturbed.
However, because of the puppies, it only ever lasts for a moment.