This winter has been extremely mild. So mild, in fact, that we’ve hardly seen any snow. Everyone is ecstatic except for me.
Ohio is bleak and ugly in the winter time. Trees are stripped of leaves. The grass is dead and things are muddy because we’ve seen lots of rain in lieu of snow. It’s depressing.
Snow makes everything look pretty, as though the world has been tucked in for a long nap under a fluffy white blanket. One of my favorite pastimes is stomping around in it with my camera, trying to find new ways to make the trees and hills of my yard look fresh and new in pictures.

I also enjoy hiking in it.
And, of course, spending a quiet weekend cozied up with a book in a chair where I can glance up at the falling snow Is nice too.
We often have snow for Martin Luther King weekend so I was hopeful. Nope. More rain.
So I continue to wait. . .



I am fortunate to live close to several Ohio State Parks but have struggled to get outside this winter. Rain, cold, early darkness, my busy life and occasional laziness have largely kept me inside.
People often say they don’t like winter hiking because of the cold and I’ll never understand that. Despite the cold and ice, yesterday’s hike was far more pleasant than the hot, humid ones of summer in Ohio.

We finally have snow and I just can’t get enough of it. You notice things when there’s snow on the ground that you might not otherwise see. For example, I drive by this farm often but rarely appreciate the old farmhouse.