"How Do You Know It's Winter?"

What's All This White Stuff On My Windshield?

Cindy's folks came from Indiana to visit us in San Diego one November years ago, and while they were here we mentioned something about winter coming on.  Looking at the sunny San Diego sky, Cindy's Mom asked us, "How do you know it's winter here?"

That stumped us for a bit and we finally mumbled something about wearing long pants when we play golf and closing most of the windows at night.

So I just had to post this photo Cindy took of me scraping snow off the car two weeks ago when we were back in Indiana.

There was no snow on Christmas Day itself, but the family had decided to celebrate on the 27th to allow family members to gather, and that morning we woke up to more snow; big fat flakes covering everything.  It was like being inside a snow globe.

A White (Second) Christmas

It was lovely to visit, but we still think it's better to "let it snow, let it snow, let it snow... somewhere else".