I've lived in the midwest my entire life, but I still can't say that I love winter. I'm comfortable with it. I understand that in order to have my favorite season, fall, that I need to deal with winter as well. And that's ok. But I have one rule with winter with which Minnesota isn't cooperating with particularly well this year: if it's going to be ridiculously cold, there needs to be snow to go with it.
I remember growing up and building snowmen, snow forts, and the occasional igloo in the front yard (Mom and Dad weren't thrilled when they caught us sneaking buckets of water out of the house and into the yard to harden the igloo). There were winters where we had tunnels running through the yard--it was great! I also remember being sent out to shovel first thing in the morning. And that stunk.
While my snow fort building has cut back as I age, my appreciation for snow has evolved. There's just something genuinely peaceful about a new blanket of snow. It gives everything a beautiful, clean look and in my neighborhood there's a glorious silence to go with it. In my mind, that's what makes up for the frigid temperatures that accompany it. Last year's snowfalls of 16 inches a pop were a bit extreme, but despite the difficulties in getting around I have to admit--it looked cool!
So this winter, nature has only been living up to half of the bargain. It's been really cold this week, but until I can no longer see blades of grass, it just doesn't count as snow in my book. So come on, Mother Nature--bring on the snow! Well, some snow. Not the feet of snow that got dumped on Alaska. Not the feet of snow that got dumped on us last year. Just....enough. Is it too much to ask?