If life gives you snow, make snowade (hmmm, doesn't seem to work as well as with lemons and lemonade).
Snowscapes always remind me of 1930s movies in black and white. Everything basic.
Then comes the spring and color again.
Spent a winter in snowbound Boston and took a house hunting trip to Virginia. Previous job switches had been from west to east with no dramatic climate shifts.
This was my first north to south transfer, and it was breathtaking seeing the warmth grow in every mile.
When I crossed the Potomac River into Virginia, I knew I was home, and have been here ever since.