After a warm bowl of homemade butternut squash soup (courtesy of Joe) and promises to myself of more snuggling while I edit photos, I put on my galoshes and headed outside to the cold, cold, bitterly cold outside.
There's something about a day covered in white fluff that feels nostalgic to me. What's your favorite snow-related memory? Mine is when my dad convinced me to sled down a hill backwards when I was around 11, and I slid right into a ditch at the bottom. All caught on video, thank you very much.