I used to just tolerate it.
It might have something to do with a certain five-year-old I live with, who gets mighty excited about walking and playing in the snow.
What's not to love about the view after a good snowfall:
And that first walk when the streets and sidewalks are a giant blank white canvas (this picture is missing a dog, though) : Then there's sledding:
Building a snowman:
Making a snow angel:
Checking out all the cool icicle formations:
And finally, coming in from the cold to enjoy hot chocolate with marshmallows!
What's that you say?
I've been brainwashed by a five-year-old? Maybe!
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