We are having our first snow of the season today. On this date last year it was 77 degrees - or so the weatherman tells me. I love the first snow but it seems early to me. We haven't even had a killing frost yet, as you can see the grass is still green. Maybe as I get older I'm not appreciating snow as much.
It's sort of like when I fell off a horse a couple of years past and knocked myself out. After that I wasn't so keen to ride anymore. I fell and whacked my head on the ice a few years ago and now I'm not so keen on the winter.
I am keen on napping, though. And as I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open, I think I'll go take one.