In years gone by, winter brought visions of sugar plums and brilliantly white snowy days, like these.
But this year, with the temperatures soaring to nearly 70 degrees, I would never have know it was winter. No coats, nearly thinking I might wear my sandals, there were no signs of the Old Man at all.
Ah, but I did have a reminder of the first day, though not by the weather. My mom’s birthday falls of that day, so I didn’t need a snowfall to tell me it was December 21.
Happy Birthday, momma. Ti amo, cara.
Skate on over to Ailsa’s at wheresmybackpack to see more of what winter means to her and her blogging friends. Click on the snowflake below.