Awoke this morning to the first of the year's snow flurries. They didn't last long, melting before they hit the ground and disappearing within an hour or so, but the sight always makes me giddy. Even if it means winter's upon us with only the briefest of falls. Maybe after a few more Michigan winters, I'll learn to grouse about the cold like the rest of the locals, but for now I love it. I've always had a penchant for the things cold weather brings -- shuffling through leaves; big, warm sweaters; pots of fragrant tea; a roaring fireplace; cats curling up on your lap to steal your body heat; knitting mittens and hats; cuddling under blankies watching movies or reading books. I feel more peaceful and contented when the weather turns cool than I do at any other time of the year.

So, yay, flurries!