Living in Seattle, I sometimes get *very* tired of the grey, wet winter weather. I remember those beautiful sunny snowy winter days growing up in Minnesota, sitting in your car, cold outside, warm inside, the sun hitting your face. Aaahhh… all of that vitamin D… Well, we had some snow here in Seattle this winter. I posted photos - pretty photos - fluffy white snowy photos. We had fun with the snow. We nested, played games, watched movies, even found the coziness when we lost power. Christmas. Day. (think: no turkey, no family visiting, pancakes for dinner) The boys played in it, we all shoveled it, and we managed, even here in Seattle, where they have very little in place for dealing with snowstorms. School was cancelled, Christmas break was extended to nearly *three weeks*. All of that was fine and good. But I remember now. I remember what it looks like when the snow begins to melt. When the sand that was spread on the roads sits on the melting snow. When the soggy broken plants/bushes/trees emerge from the blanket of white.It isn’t pretty. There is a lot of clean-up to be done. Drains must be unclogged of all of the debris before water will pass through them (thank goodness for fabulous Christmas gifts like rainboots!). Broken branches must be gathered. Soggy leaves that we somehow missed this autumn must be cleaned up. Gutters on houses with flat roofs must be cleared. Oh, the fun of it all. I did however find something that made me smile the other day. While walking Owen to the bus stop, we spotted these in the gardens. I can’t begin to tell you how excited they made me. Now I can begin to dream of spring…xo