tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post6694429709792573321..comments2009-02-05T13:16:46.750-06:00S.E. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04381414005902874392noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-91650920320421691802009-02-05T13:16:00.000-06:002009-02-05T13:16:00.000-06:00ah...it's why i love winter.Wishydighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06141057866370676641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-6368707931019098342009-01-19T06:20:00.000-06:002009-01-19T06:20:00.000-06:00I loved hearing your memory of snow forts. I had a similar event one cold, cold winter, although my mother didn't seem at all concerned that anything would cave in. Ahh... innocence.Nixy Valentinehttp://www.nixyvalentine.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374993768383069256.post-54784284496013027342009-01-16T09:07:00.000-06:002009-01-16T09:07:00.000-06:00Brrr....<BR/><BR/>I admit that, as much as I like the weather here in Florida, it is quite disorienting to me. Time seems to stand still here--it affectively always feels like August. Yesterday it dipped out of the 60's, and I felt, for just a moment, that it might be October. But January? No way. <BR/><BR/>Cold has always been a part of the natural order--especially snow. Walking, shoveling, throwing. Your post reminds me how much I miss it.Insignificant Wranglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15950540902913057757noreply@blogger.com