This should be the last time I write about snow for a while. I must admit I’ll miss it. There’s a sense of adventure and survival about snow that isn’t present the rest of the year. It can shut things down completely and yet seem so harmless as it gently falls. I suppose I’d also get excited by hurricanes if they came this far north. And then there’s the recurrent threat of a tornado, or the vanishingly small chance of getting hit my lightning. Otherwise, weather doesn’t interest me that much. At least not until I get a crop in the garden.