Well, just as soon as spring showed it’s face winter smacked it and said get back in the basement, I’m calling the shots. And is winter ever calling those shots! We’re expecting literally the first substantial snow fall I know of this season and certainly this year. The snow shovel was getting bored, the gloves were buried since I never used them, in fact, Brooke forgot her ice scraper in my car since she hasn’t used it this entire season. In the season’s defense she doesn’t use it unless it dumps a foot or two. She kind of drives blind and fast enough to “blow it all off”.

Well let’s hope it’s as bad or worse as they say it should be. We need the moisture badly and I just love the snow. And this is big-flake snow too, not that sissy flurry nonsense. This’ll stick to your ribs and pretty much everything else it hits. And it’ll be in the 60s this weekend. I love Denver!