Well it was nice while it lasted.

We somehow managed to skirt past November without any snow, but December has wasted no time in sprinkling winter on us.

I can’t complain though.  This is officially my fourth winter in Massachusetts, and I’m realizing that this is my favorite kind of winter storm, the ones that leave only a few inches of snow behind.  I can’t deal with footage.

I am also realizing that first snowfalls really throw me for a loop.  Especially this year, being pregnant.

Snowflakes floating gently in the wind act as a white flag. A warning of the final lap before the long, dark days ensue.

When the biting cold reaches down to the bone, and is unrelenting for months.

Makes me want to fill my basement with canned food and toilet paper.