Snowy Sweet Tooth

A kid in a candy store was I this Monday past. Or, as it may be, a former Bostonian and current San Francisco dweller in a snowstorm. I've been glued to the New England weather of late. Reports of blizzard conditions and near zero temperatures conjure nostalgia in me. My California friends and colleagues think I'm crazy but I always enjoyed the sense of bravado and perseverance that came from being able to enjoy and thrive in a New England winter.

You can imagine my excitement when I woke to falling snowflakes on Tuesday morning in the Pennsylvania mountains. The snow started to accumulate in the morning and finished in the afternoon. All told, we got a respectable 8" of snow. Watching a snow storm come and go is one of my great pleasures. Before long I was shoveling the walkway and shuttling firewood from the woodbox back to the house.

The only thing that was missing was Jake the Wunderdog, my partner in crime. I don't feel too bad for him though. He's been living it up for the past week with his new buddy Mr. Carlton in Santa Cruz!