(This is a re-post, but I love the photo.)

Yep – you either love it or hate it.

If I’ve learned  one thing about living in the Midwest, it’s to take everything the  weatherman/woman/person says with a grain of salt.

Since  it’s so flat out here, if whatever they’re predicting hits that stain grain, the weather font veers so far off course, it never comes near us.

BUT – this morning I opened the door to about – SURPRISE – three or four inches of snow – the first snow of winter.

Although, all the seers of the skies, (some are STILL not meteorologists), predicted a little snow, they’ve been wrong so many times before, I never expected them to be right.

So, Dutch and I  just stood in the doorway for a moment in awe and wonder; she because she does have to go into the snow to piddle; while I’m thinking of the drive to work and all the crazies, who, for some unknown reason, drive faster in bad weather.

Gingerly, Dutch stepped into the white stuff and it crunched beneath her paws – ice on top of snow – oh-oh – not good.  She made tracks to do her business quickly and get back into the house – as it was below freezing and the air had that wake-up wet, icy chill to it.  

I tried to hurry  the morning along, while at the same time, dreading going out into the stuff – bundling up, walking cautiously, warming up the car, dicing, driving while trying to concentrate on the road, but not tense up; all that baggage of winter.

I took the  photo while waiting for my car to warm up last year …

Yep – I love it !