Don't get me wrong, I do love snow. I grew up in Montana, but I'm supposed to be enjoying temperatures in the mid 70's in Southern Florida. You know what they say about the best laid plans.
This was the lovely view from the windows of the little RV this morning just after sunrise.
Later this morning Alex got his industrial sized snow blower out and cleaned up half of the neighborhood.
I thought it looked like a lot of fun and was considering asking for a lesson but then I realized I would have to go outside and quickly changed my mind. It was about 25 degrees at the time.
Later, when it warmed up to 33-ish degrees we sprouted icicles.
If you could choose, where would you be right now?