white christmas in my home town
Snow, snow, and more snow. That’s one of the things I remember most about growing up in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It’s also one of the reasons I moved out west after college. It was my senior winter and I was very cold, so I decided that I wanted to move to California. I imagined California to be a land of sun, desert, and palm trees. In other words, the complete opposite of snow, snow, and more snow.
And so I did – move to California, that is. But I grew up in that green house, and I used to sun tan on that porch. Between the green and grey houses is a road that isn’t plowed in the winter. Would you believe that by the end of the winter, the snow banks on the road were usually higher than our heads?!
Ahhh .. the memories. I haven’t been back in the winter for many years now, which is why I am reminiscing. What is it about visits back “home” that take us back ..