My husband is from the Northeast, so he rolls his eyes (lovingly, of course) whenever I squeal “it’s snowing!” at what he would call barely flurrying.
So you can imagine my surprise when he said “it snowed!” on Saturday morning. Though we couldn’t have had more than an inch and a half, it was beautiful. It had been raining the night before, so everything stuck to trees and branches and leaves.
When there’s a snow day in the South, everyone heads straight outside.
As we walked through our neighborhood snapping photos of the glistening rarity, we passed people building snowmen, people making snow angels and people even trying to sled, yes, sled.
Though I’m sure my Northeastern friends and family are probably silently laughing as they’re reading this post, take a moment to check out the photos from our southern snow day…